T'was the night before Christmas all through FMD, FWS and F-Taci
Not a pilot was stirring, not even Kreatus, or Ceribus in his Mackie
The ships were docked in their stations with care
In hopes that Christmas soon would be there
The miners were nestled all snug in their beds
Dreams of ice mining filling their heads
And I in my battleship, snuggled up to the controls
I'd just settled in Jita on a trip from Merolles
When suddenly in Firestorm Pub there arose such a chatter
I quickly switched chat tabs to see what was the matter
And what would I see as the public tab flashed
Nine pilots active, all sudden and brash
Nine pilots at once? There's only one man that could be
Why it's Kern and his alts, come to spread Holiday glee
And in a flash they emerged straight from the wormhole
Each one given fleet boosts, logistics and role
Go Fretman! Go Madame! Go Steve and Recondo!
On Doakke, Destiny, Chaotic and Leo.
To Sobaseki, to Funtainen we'll scare up a noob
Have Ruby start recording and put this stuff on YouTube!
Even Kreat stirred from his painkiller induced slumber
He'd hopefully prevent Kern from making this blunder
Into the station he stumbled and threw open the door
"Dammit Kern I told you we're not going to war!"
The man was dressed head to toe in combat gear
He craved PVP he'd been waiting all year.
"Calm down Kreat these noobs won't bother you in Hek"
"Hurry the hell up and prepare that War-Dec"
He hopped in his ship and to his team he gave a cry
"Off up to Sobaseki boys, we have some noobs to fry!"
He warped off in an instant and out of my sight
But I saw him in local "Merry Christmas to all and to all Good Fight!"
A poem by Ruby Steele, a member of FWS, Firestorm Federation
