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It's that time of year again!
Who here remembers our adventures disguised as gnomes invading Stormwind and IF on a bunch of reindeer? I know I do!
An old one of ours, but a good one! Click to watch.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land,
Not a creature would survive from the bow in my hand.
The Alliance thought there would be peace this day,
But when they see us coming they wont have time to pray.
They sleep in their beds, will they hear the clatter?
Fear not, we are fast, it wont even matter.
So we rode like the wind across the frostbitten snow
And gazed up in awe at the moon and its glow.
It shined on the land in glory and luster.
I wonder how many forces the Alliance might muster...
The gates of Ironforge were up just ahead
Soon those pesky Alliance all would be dead.
We rode hard with them falling under our foot
Soon this city would be left a pile of soot.
The Alliance were naughty, St. Nick needed our help
So we went through those gates like five hundred whelps.
They fell to our swords and they fell out of sight
FOR THE HORDE to all, this would be a good night. |