The Night Before Snowdown

Twas the night before Snowdown, when all through the rift; Not a creature was stirring, not even a yordle; The stockings were hung by the towers with care, In hopes that St. Gragas soon would be there; The summoners were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of poro-snax danced in their heads; And Rek'Sai in her lair, and dragon in his, Had just settled their brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the platform there arose such a clatter, Dragon soared from his hollow to see what was the matter. Away to the nexus he flew like a ghost, Tore through the wind and threw up his head. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to his wondering eyes did appear, But a oversized sleigh and eight tiny Poro, With a plump old driver so lively and quick, Dragon knew in a moment he must be St. Grag. More rapid than Rammus his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Flasher! now, Dasher! now Poppy and Viktor! On, Corki! On, Cassi! On, Doran and Blitzy! To the top of the tower! to the top of the League! Now flash away! flash away! flash away all!" As minions that before the fed Janna fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the platform the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of items, and St. Gragas too- And then, in a clairvoyance, Dragon saw on the rift The tongues and horns of each little Poro. As Dragon turned his head, and was turning around, Down the mid lane St. Gragas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all covered with snow and Poros; A bundle of items he had flung on his back, And he looked like a jungler just opening his pack. His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a large round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of Zac. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And Dragon laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave Dragon know he had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the lane he returned; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they flew all like the down of a baron. But Dragon heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight- "Happy Snowdown to all, and to all a good game!"