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Twas the Night before Alemas, when all through the Hold,
Every Dwarf was snoring, proud, loud and bold!
The steins were set upon the mantle with care,
In the hopes that Ol' Snorri soon would be there.
The Beardlings were snoring sound in their beds,
While visions of Trollbrew and XXXXXX danced in their heads.
My queen with her hammer, and I with my axe,
Had just settled our grudges, and that lad's a fact!
When out in our hall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the hall, I marched with my axe,
Turned over a table and my stool I did smash.
The torchlight that beamed upon the fine crafted stone,
Shone upon all the fine craftsmenship of objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a flying Grudge cart, with a Dwarf on the rear!
The longbeard of a driver was resplindent in glory,
I knew in a moment it must be Ol' Snorri!
More rapid than Bolt Throwers his Pony did pull,
And he held kegs of ale, calling them by name!
"Now XXXXXX, now Trollbrew, now Beardling's Effort too!
Fill your steins! With Bugman's, and other fine brew!
To the grand feasting table, in every hall!
Now pour away, pour away, pour away all!"
As the arrows that break before our mighty shield wall,
Did Snorri let his cart fly throughout out hall.
So up to the beer kegs, the pony flew
With a cart full of barrels, and Snorri Claus too!
And then, in a moment I heard down the hall,
The pouring of ale refilling every keg, yes them all!
As I drew in my breath and was turning around,
Out came Snorri Claus, here with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his beard to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with gunpowder and soot.
A barrel of ale he had flung under his arm,
And he looked proud like Bugman, a Brewmaster's charm.
His eyes how they twinkled, his beard so merry!
His nose red from drinking did show like a cherry!
As the beer from his keg to our mugs did flow,
He stroked his beard, which was as white as snow.
A good sturdy pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a great round stomach,
and everything else a good Dwarf should have I can come up with!
He was round and proud, and right solid Ol' Dwarf
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A snort of his nose and a stroke of his beard,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to fear.
He spoke not a word, but continued his work,
And filled the Beardlings' steins, then turned with a jerk.
And mounting upon his cart yet again,
He crack his whip and the Pony did ascend.
He flew up the chimney with his barrels in tow,
And away they all flew like some new-fangled Gyro.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of all sight,
"Merry Alemas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Every Dwarf was snoring, proud, loud and bold!
The steins were set upon the mantle with care,
In the hopes that Ol' Snorri soon would be there.
The Beardlings were snoring sound in their beds,
While visions of Trollbrew and XXXXXX danced in their heads.
My queen with her hammer, and I with my axe,
Had just settled our grudges, and that lad's a fact!
When out in our hall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the hall, I marched with my axe,
Turned over a table and my stool I did smash.
The torchlight that beamed upon the fine crafted stone,
Shone upon all the fine craftsmenship of objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a flying Grudge cart, with a Dwarf on the rear!
The longbeard of a driver was resplindent in glory,
I knew in a moment it must be Ol' Snorri!
More rapid than Bolt Throwers his Pony did pull,
And he held kegs of ale, calling them by name!
"Now XXXXXX, now Trollbrew, now Beardling's Effort too!
Fill your steins! With Bugman's, and other fine brew!
To the grand feasting table, in every hall!
Now pour away, pour away, pour away all!"
As the arrows that break before our mighty shield wall,
Did Snorri let his cart fly throughout out hall.
So up to the beer kegs, the pony flew
With a cart full of barrels, and Snorri Claus too!
And then, in a moment I heard down the hall,
The pouring of ale refilling every keg, yes them all!
As I drew in my breath and was turning around,
Out came Snorri Claus, here with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his beard to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with gunpowder and soot.
A barrel of ale he had flung under his arm,
And he looked proud like Bugman, a Brewmaster's charm.
His eyes how they twinkled, his beard so merry!
His nose red from drinking did show like a cherry!
As the beer from his keg to our mugs did flow,
He stroked his beard, which was as white as snow.
A good sturdy pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a great round stomach,
and everything else a good Dwarf should have I can come up with!
He was round and proud, and right solid Ol' Dwarf
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A snort of his nose and a stroke of his beard,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to fear.
He spoke not a word, but continued his work,
And filled the Beardlings' steins, then turned with a jerk.
And mounting upon his cart yet again,
He crack his whip and the Pony did ascend.
He flew up the chimney with his barrels in tow,
And away they all flew like some new-fangled Gyro.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of all sight,
"Merry Alemas to all, and to all a good-night!"
