'Twas the night before Winter's Crest, and all through the tower, the Mighty Nein were still stirring nevermind the late hour. Yasha paced her room nervously, cracking her fists, hoping Beau would come knocking to give her a kiss. Caleb read sadly, absently petting his cat. While Veth hid in a corner, wishing for her son to look at. Jester (that's me!) polymorphed and went roaming! While Fjord dreamt of the sea, waves crashing and foaming. Caduceus sipped calmly his dead people tea; his thoughts drifting to family and their cemetery. (Gasp!) When, from the base of the tower, there arose a clamor so great! All of the Nein came out of their rooms to investigate! "Down," they thought and drifted below to find out what was the noise— They just had to know! When suddenly, before them was a vision so bright: A banquet! And presents piled high, what a sight! They looked around curiously, wondering, "Who could have done this?" Beau said, "Don't eat anything, It's probably poisonous!" So Fjord flipped the table, gifts went flying everywhere, till the room was a mess of torn wrapping and tableware. "Ho-Ho-Ho-oh, COME ON!" said a man, who appeared before them. "I tried to give you a party, This is just mayhem!" With a sparkle in his eye, he said, "Damnit! 'Tis the season! Hasn't anyone ever been nice to you for no reason!?" "Oh Yasha, Oh Beau, Oh Caleb, Oh Veth, Oh Jester, Oh Fjord, Caduceus, what the heck!" Then he patted his belly and raised up his fists "Merry Winter's Crest, Mighty Nein, How do you want to do this?"
