Ode to Winter Veil: A WoW Christmas Poem

‘Twas Winter Veil’s eve, and Azerothians know,
That Greatfather Winter soon follows the snow.
Through Ironforge and Orgrimmar, cheer will be spread,
A well-earned respite in a world full of dread.

For just when the world seemed to be on the mend,
When heroes of 70 stood poised to defend,
Foul Arthas returned, the Scourge at his back,
Ready, once more, to renew his attack.

“To the North!” came the cries; grand ships hit the seas,
Hauling great Draenei with Gnomes at their knees,
While zepplins astride with Orc, Tauren, and Troll,
Departed from Tirisfal, harsh Northrend their goal.

Towards 80 they trod, the great heroes of old,
Their purples and blues being vendored for gold,
Their swords and great magics slew demon and brute,
For king and for country, and as always, phat lewt.

Across Tundra and Fjord, through the torn Dragonblight,
Both Alliance and Horde took up the great fight.
With the old feuds intact and all gripped by new fear,
Azeroth is in need of some Winter Veil cheer!

So mount up your reindeer and join in the fun,
Set aside that new polearm, fist weapon, or gun,
And forget about questing, if just for one day.
Even D.E.H.T.A. can’t live on all work and no play!

Smokeywood Pastures will bring all the treats,
And great trees and bright lights will adorn city streets.
And maybe, just maybe, if you play your cards right,
Greatfather Winter will bring you gifts in the night.

Alas, such revelry this world can’t sustain,
Not while Lord Arthas’s armies remain,
But take heart, adventurers, for, as all of us know,
What you truly desire is not found in the snow.

No, the true hero’s gift comes not from these ends,
But from several lost hours with nine of their friends.
With new purples at stake, it takes much to prevail,
So we wish you a short but a sweet Winter Veil.