It was the night before christmas and all through the home,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a gnome,
the auction house went barren as children opened gifts,
but there was always an exploiter logged in searching for a glitch.

Little gnomes and goblins were nestled in their beds,
Hoping when they awoke Deathwing hadden taken their heads.
With the Lich King long forgotten like a frozen beer tap,
We put on our winter veil boots, mitts and our cap.

When outside Ironforge there arose such a clatter,
The trade distract cleared out with feet a pitter patter.
Little gnomes eyes grew 10 fold in size to what had appeared,
It was that exploiter, stuck, inside the head of his reindeer.
QQ Tear.

With old graphics drivers, and a keyboard that sticks,
In a moment I knew he needed a CSR quick.
More rapid than trollers his courses they came,
He cursed blizzard and the alliance, with only himself to blame.

As the snow turned to ice around his little gnome thighs,
We know something had to be done or surely he would die.
We dropped a camp fire beside him to warm his frozen gnome leg,
Because to be trapped in a reindeer on Christmas is surely a drag.

And then, in a twinkling, we heard on Ironforges roof,
A golden Draenei appeared tapping his hoofs.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
The Draenei had jumped from the roof and was already on the ground.

The swing of his pimp Cookie's rolling pin and his high society hat,
Let all us on lookers know, that this was one cool christmas cat.
He looked at the gnome and smiled with glee,
"My name is Ghostcrawler little gnome, would you like me to set you free?"

The little gnome sprang to attention thoughts racing through his brain,
"I..I...I'd love to sir but I'm stuck in this reindeer and terrian."
A moment passed as the crowd looked on with astonishment,
"Ghostcrawler laughed, Imma gonna bomb this bitch"

He spoke not another word and went straight to his work no doubt,
"Death from the sky" was read in his castbar, he quickly disappeared, he must have ported out.
He left before the trollers, gatherers and elitests could even flirt,
Then in the distance a giant meteor appeared, "Oh this is going to hurt."

We summoned our mounts and cursed at the exploiter,
But cast times weren't quick enough to watch the gnome die and avoid hurt.
The meteor crashed and to the graveyard we went,
Another Christmas in wow, oh, what an event.

Merry Christmas!