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The Night Before Winter Veil
'Twas the night before Winter Veil and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, sans a click of the mouse The presents were stored by the tree with great care, In hopes that Grand' Winter would soon be there; The orphans were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Pandaren Brew danced in their heads; And my guildie in her 'kerchief, and I in my helm, Had just settled down for a long battle-ground, When out of the mine there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my mammoth to see what was the matter.
