Sapience, I posted this on the poetry board awhile back, but I feel that
I should share its infinite wisdom with you all. Cheers to the spirit of
Logosmas...

I've been searching for the Logosmas cheer
Pondering over my many flagons of beer

My shopping list has yet to be done
Mostly because walking in blizzards isn't much fun

Those silly Logosmas titles not only make me frown
But some of these "cheerful" people I'd simply like to drown

And that mistletoe "toast" is getting way past old
Making out with strangers always gives me a cold

Bah, decking the halls with holly?
Its decapitated heads that makes me jolly

Peace on Achaea, good will towards men
Curses. I'm gonna get sick...again

The mistletoe and the candy canes, the holly and the trees
Oh how from the holiday season, I wish to be free

Quick Dagon! Hand me some mead
Just the booze this Logosmas, they're all I need

I pray that your stockings are filled with coal.
Wench Nawtika Tatiana, the Wicked

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Aeguary, in the year 381 AF.