‘Twas the night before Christmas in Azeroth’s land,
Where Grampa’s Kitchen guild made their stand.
With swords at the ready and spells all aglow,
We ventured through dungeons in fresh Christmas snow.
Old Grampa called out, “Y’all gather ’round here!
We got dragons to slay and some loot mighty dear!”
The guild members rallied from mountain to shore,
Ready for raiding like never before.
Through Deadmines we thundered with hollers and cheers,
While Van Cleef went running in holiday fears.
The healer yelled, “Don’t stand in that fire!”
As the tank charged ahead like a bull through barbed wire.
We rode through the forests on mighty dire wolves,
Our pockets a-jinglin’ with copper and gold.
Completing them quests from Stormwind to Darnassus,
Fighting off critters that tried to harass us.
In Molten Core’s belly, where old Ragnaros dwells,
We fought through his minions and broke all his spells.
“Need on that epic!” someone did shout,
As legendary weapons came rolling right out.
The mage conjured cookies, the rogue told tall tales,
Of backstabs and ambushes through Thousand Needles’ trails.
The warrior tanked bravely, the hunter tracked beasts,
While we all looked forward to Grampa’s grand feast.
Through Karazhan’s ballrooms where ghosts dance and play,
We conquered each boss in our own special way.
The warlock kept soulstones for those who might fall,
The paladin’s blessings were shared with us all.
When Onyxia roared with her deep dragon’s breath,
Grampa just chuckled and said, “Ain’t scared of death!”
We charged as a family, a guild tried and true,
With DPS flying and heals coming through.
The druid went bear mode, then cat, then a tree,
Shape-shifting and dancing as happy as could be.
The shaman dropped totems all over the ground,
While priest shields were bubbling all around.
We tackled them raids from old Naxx to ICC,
Each member contributing, working in harmony.
From trash pulls to boss fights, through wipes and success,
Grampa’s Kitchen kept pushing, never settling for less.
When finally we downed that last Christmas Eve boss,
The whole guild was cheering—victory was ours!
The loot was distributed, all fair and all square,
With “Merry Christmas!” echoing through discord’s night air.
We hearth-stoned back home to Ironforge’s warm glow,
Where the Christmas tree sparkled through Azeroth’s snow.
Gathered ’round Grampa, our leader so wise,
Who’d guided us through with his strength and advice.
“Now this,” Grampa said with a grin ear to ear,
“Is what gaming’s about—friends, fellowship, cheer!
Not just the loot or the levels we gain,
But the bonds that we’ve forged shall forever remain.”
So here’s to the guild and adventures we share,
To Grampa’s Kitchen, the family so rare!
From all of us raiding through WoW’s magical land—
Merry Christmas to all, and may your crits always land!
For the Kitchen! For the Guild! And Merry Christmas to all, May your framerates stay high and your ping never stall!