Smooth went to sleep early and was all snug in his bed,
Dreaming that Santa gave him basketball skills instead;
Chops was on the main floor, screaming at the PS3,
After the third system update, he said "fuck it" and took a dump on the Xmas tree.

When at the front door there was a loud knock,
Scared the shit out of Gothic, he almost broke his cock.
Highclass ran to the window, his face lit up with joy.
Hoping this year Link and not Santa, would deliver him his toys.

What at first he thought was a snow angel in the front lawn.
Turned out to be D-Bird on top of Smooth's mom.
But it was what was behind them that made Highclass yell "FUCK",
A rusted ole pickup with nine people in the truck.

With a little old driver, toothless and smiling on our turf,
I knew in a moment that it had to be Murph.
They all jumped out of the truck bed, one by one they came
Thats when toothless ole Murphy started calling them by name;

"Now, BBD! now, Micl0v1n! now, Yoda and Tha Sentinal!
On, Mayhem! on Weediman! on, Superspyk and PDPizzle!
Other TCM members were missing, from Morgana to Dodger to F3ar.
F&A didnt show up, probably too busy being whiny and queer.

They all formed a line then disapeared with a "POOF".
Then we heard footsteps on top of Smooth's roof.
They all ran to the chimney but Im sure I heard Yoda fart,
Im actually quite surprised that fat ass didnt blow the damn chimney apart.

One by one they dropped, landing butt first on the floor.
Good thing F&A wasnt there, a faggot's ass is always sore.
Finally the last one fell, with one hell of a "THUMP".
At the same time D-Bird came in, finally finished his hump.

The Mercs along with D-Bird, stared down the intruders.
All except for Gothic, who was still jacking it on the computer.
The odds werent in our favour, like joining a knife fight with a spoon.
That was until good ole Goats came running out of Smooths wife's room.

The numbers were now more even, and the fight could begin.
But thats when ole man Murph raised his hand and stopped all his men!
"We arent here to fight you... we brought you some Christmas cheer
Put down your fists and lets get drunk on good ole Canadian beer"

So after a year of gaming together, thats how the TCM community finally met.
That night Yoda got so drunk, he actually chainsawed Smooths pets.
Smooth and Murph sang caroles as D-Bird played bass.
Gothic finally came, but it hit Highclass in the face.

At the end of the night, on top of the roof's snow.
The boys said goodbye, cause it was their time to go.
The last to speak was Chops, as usual high as a kite.
He said "HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT"