'Twas a night during Logosmas
While I sat in the hall.
The stockings were hung,
The holly on wall.

The housemates asleep,
The children tucked in.
In the dark of the night,
The festivities begin.

The roof burst with noise,
I arose from my seat.
I ran out the door,
Tripping over my feet.

Ontop of the tree,
There sat a quaint man.
He had an odd look to him,
Which no-one else can.

Dressed all in red,
Bundled up so very tight.
This jolly old man
Was a man of the night.

He went through a hole
On the top of the tree,
Emerged just minutes later
And then looked at me.

"Shorin", he said,
"I'm a man of the gifts.
I bring presents to all,
Fill up stockings and rifts."

"I arrive here each logosmas,
In the dead of the night.
I deliver my packages
And then take my flight."

"I give gifts to the good,
Give coal to the bad.
There's so much to deliver,
Much fun to be had."

"Pass on this message,
Remember my flight.
Merry Logosmas to all,
And to all a good night!"

-Shorin Quicksilver

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 410 AF.