Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the
> hall
> Not a creature was stirring, not warrior nor thrall.
>
> And I in my armour, my greaves and my helm,
> Was drunker than anyone else in the realm.
> I staggered upstairs and fell into bed
> While four quarts of mead were ablaze in my head.
> Then up from below came the sounds of a brawl
> So I grabbed up my axe and ran down to the Hall.
> I missed the last step and crashed down in a heap
> Thinking "Why can't those low-lifes downstairs go to
> sleep!"
> When what to my wondering eyes should appear
> But two brawny strangers, wielding mallet and spear.
>
> I said to myself "We'll soon have them beat!"
> Then I noticed ten warriors laid out at their feet.
> I gave out a yell and leapt into the fray....
> I'll always regret my poor choice of that day.
> For one laid his hammer to the side of my nose
> And up, up, up to the rafters I rose.
> Then came a lone frightened voice from the floor
> "Those are no mortal warriors--- that's Odin and
> Thor!"
> Then they looked at each other and they said
> "Battle's done.
> Now they know who we are, it no longer is fun."
> Then Thor raised his hammer, and his elbow he bent,
> And with a loud crash, through the ceiling they
> went.
> I crawled through the Hall and flung open the door,
> Not really sure that I'd seen them before.
> The snow bathed in starlight, the moon like a glede,
>
> I saw them ride off on an eight-legged steed.
> And I heard them exclaim, ere they flew out of
> sight,
> "TO HELA WITH CHRISTMAS, WE JUST LOVE A GOOD
> FIGHT!!!"
unknown writer