Creation, you beautiful woman.
Give me your hand, be my assistant
Logosmas is coming, hostage the humans,
Drop a snowball, shoot and sink them with your ballistas.

Ironbeard, do you ever shave?
Don't do it just because we ask,
Come now and give us a wave,
We know what you did with that snowman of last

Logosmas inspire us all
With horrible prose,
With failing poetry,
With drunken soliloquy

Logosmas,
Haunt us

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Mayan, in the year 932 AF.