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The Sparta xmass song!


Athlon64~SPARTA~
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Well here it goes, I think I got most everybody, If I forgot somebody Sorry.

 

 

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Sparta house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

All filled with beltfeds and nades with care

In hopes that the Spartans soon would be there;

 

The spartans were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of explosions and mayhem danced in their heads;

And Viiiper in his 'kammo, and Halli in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the barricks to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to smoking and burning

Dead bodys below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a tank sleigh, and eighteen spartan soldgers below,

 

With a little old driver, krambo so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be medic.

More rapid than eagles their coursers they came,

And they whistled, and shouted, and called themselfs by name;

 

"Now! adder, now! postal, now! Snowshoe, and kiwi!

On! zeno, on! custard, on! Cobol, on samurai, and zatheres! And dr.no to, on emoney, and stevenadunn to, And hoss, on spoon, and gray,

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash and kill them all!"

 

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, it exploded to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of m4s, and beltfeds too.

 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew my 45 in hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney the Spartans came with a bound.

 

They were dressed all in cammo, from there head to their feet,

And their clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of machine guns they had flung on their backs,

And they looked like peddlers just opening their packs.

 

Their eyes -- how they twinkled! Their dimples how merry!

Their cheeks were like roses, their noses like a cherrys!

Their droll little mouths was drawn up like a bows,

And the beard of their chins was as white as the snow;

 

The pin of a nade they held tight in their teeth,

And the smoke it encircled their heads like a wreath;

They had a broad faces and a little round bellys,

That shook, when they laughed like a bowlfuls of jelly.

 

They were chubby and plump, and right jolly old elfs,

And I laughed when I saw them, in spite of myself;

A wink of their eyes and a twist of their heads,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

 

They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,

And filled all the enemys; with bullets and nades

Then with the sound of a boom they turned with a jerk,

And laying there fingers aside of their triggers,

And giving a nod, up the chimney they rose;

 

They sprang to their sleigh, to the team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,

The Spartans are ready for a good fight!

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Edited by Athlon64~SPARTA~
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