Twas the night before christmas, when all through ravenhold
not a creature was stirring, not even the old
The stockings were hung on branches with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of muffins danced in their heads.
And Amo in her 'kerchief and Tarq in his cap,
had just settled down for their long winter nap.
thats as far as I've gotten if anyone wants to pick it up and go frm there be my guest