The True Story of Christmas (Poem)

I wrote and posted this little poem last year as a memento to Christmas, thought I'd post it again this year. Enjoy.

Twas the Night Before Christmas, And all through the rift Not a person was dying, Not one single stiff. The lanes were all pushed to the turrets afar, Lee Sin starts recalling, to shop the bazaar.

When all of the sudden, a cry could be heard "A-hut 2, 3," said the little patch of fur. "You need to start running" said Kat from lane, The announcers voice, "An Ally has been slain."

Tension through the map, as your team fills with loathing "How the hell did you die?" They all say while moaning. First blood has been given, to the one we call Satan In all chat you read, "Why you be hatin'?"

The raging begins, "We can't stop him now!" As the poison ticks, yet another one down. Kill after kill, your team lost all hope There's nothing to do, you're back in his scope.

You barely escape, with one hundred health When all of the sudden you hit something stealthed. An evil laugh, can be heard from some where Your health drains lower, At the face of doom you stare.

The game goes on, you gain no advantage As a team fight occurs, the rat does the damage. One by one, your teammates they fall You're the only one left, from the ashes you crawl

With but a sliver of health, you escape overjoyed Getting farther and farther, When your hopes are destroyed. They curse and they flame, saying you lack all skill But all you can hear, is "Teemo Pentakill".