
'Twas the feast of Great-Winter
And all through the land
All the races were running
With snowballs in hand.
The cooks were all frantic
And for those "in the know"
Swoops and owls were crashing
Like new-fallen snow.
Cookies and eggnog
Were consumed by all
As the snowballs flew freely
And some smashed into walls.
May your feast of Great-Winter
Be one merry and bright
And from all here at ADI
We wish you a fun fight!
The Feast of Winter Veil is almost upon us, and Greatfather Winter is busy preparing holiday cheer for major cites across the land!
Hope you all have wonderful holiday this year!
- Tyicus |