Twas the Night Before Christmas…

This is from an email update I got from Frog God Games. Absolutely brilliant!
A Christmas Poem from CEO Bill Webb
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, well, maybe a wraith. The bodies were hung by the gravestone with care, in hopes that St. Orcus soon would be there.
The goblins were nestled all snug in their lairs, while visions of elf blood danced in their heads. And Lilith with her dagger, and I with my axe, had just settled our brains for a murderous trap.
When out in the graveyard there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my coffin to see what was the matter. Right at the adventurers I flew like a flash, tore open their chests and grabbed up their cash.
The moon, on the breast of the blood-covered snow, gave a luster of midnight to objects below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a gigantic sleigh and eight undead reindeer, with a demonic driver so gross in his corpus, I knew in a moment it must be St. Orcus!

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