Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Shrine,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Patches, that swine.
The Firelink ruins were, as expected, quite bare,
As I have no hands, and Lautrec wouldn’t share.
The Chosen was resting by the bonfire,
now lit,
While Hollows everywhere prayed they wouldn’t be hit.
And Anastasia in her cage, and I in my hole,
both realized that keeping fires going was our only goal.
When outside Firelink, there arose such a clatter,
I stretched my neck high to see what was the matter.
Up into the sky, I flew like, well, a snake,
To try and figured out what caused me to wake.
Fire was burning outside of the Shrine!
“Hraaaaoooog!” I exclaimed, as that is my line.
No one had awoken, as I had hoped that they would,
and I trembled as I heard the feared phrase: “GIT GUD!”
It was a powerful man, in a mask he was clad,
And I whispered to myself “Not Giantdad.”
More rapid than eagles, he ran with such speed,
And he yelled about items and rings I would need.
He was too far away, so I couldn’t quite hear,
though I’m sure he said something like “RINGS BRING GREAT CHEER!”
Then, in thirty seconds flat, he was right by the well,
Of Firelink Shrine, what he did I shall tell.
He pulled out a sack, from where I don’t know,
And began to pull out objects that started to glow.
A string of lights here, a string of lights there,
Suddenly Firelink wasn’t so bare!
He dashed towards Lautrec, the Knight of Carim,
Placing right by him, a bottle of cream.
“THIS IS SO YOU’RE SUPPLE SKIN WON’T DRY,
BECAUSE IF IT DID, WE’D ALL CERTAINLY CRY.”
Next was the Firekeeper, asleep in a cell.
The book he gave her, “How To Speak Well.”
Then he dashed toward Seigmeyer, a compass in hand,
As the man always seemed to wander all over the land.
An estus flask was placed next to the Chosen Undead,
And a wreath was expertly placed on his head.
A note was then left by the clerics in a ditch.
It said, and I quote, “WHAT RINGS YOU GOT, BITCH?”
By my pit the Legend left a decorated tree,
then ran shouting before I could fully express my glee.
“REMEMBER TO LEVEL YOUR STATS UP RIGHT,
THE LEGEND HAS SPARED YOU, MERRY CHRISTMAS, GOODNIGHT.”
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