Jolly old dwarf Ironbeard, lean your ear this way!
Don't you tell a single soul, what I'm going to say...
Celesmas is coming soon, so you dear drunk man,
Here is what we hope you'll bring, help us if you can:

Paris wants his own parade
Darliea wants another shop
Poor old Kylan, the idealist,
just wants the Undead to rot
Lleis wants a flower pot,
with blooms bright pink and red
Cabalists want another skill
To escape imminent death
Hadoryu wants his rapiers
to actually hit his foes
Mazzion wants another point
to make his obese Haven grow
Ivoln wants a throne of sand
Slyphe, another sex change
Alexina wants an arti bow
to deal her damage through range
Lifers wants a master crystal
- wait, check that off the list
How about some infiltrating?
...ooh, we also got that wish!
Desian wants to be a god
Chakrasul wants to be one, too
Edhain needs a giant hankie
for when he's feeling blue
Haern wants to raze a city
Severn just wants some laughs
Arion, the poor old bloke,
just wants Lanos off his back
Veridius and Clio
want to finally win some votes
While Tralendar, the credit mooch,
wants more things to brag that he broke
Sryaen wants a new guild to try
Niuri just wants some love
Sentienls want gorilla morph
to give them a way to shove
The Kerrithrim, the mighty beast
wants a midnight snack
While Infernals, grumpily,
ask for blackwind back
...as for me, dear Ironbeard?
Give me what you think
Just...a hint, dear Ironbeard...
...There's nothing quite like wings.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Chakros, in the year 292 MA.