A PMS & H2o Halo2 Chirstmas Night!

[MacGrandma]

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the street

Not a creature was stirring, not even an elite;

The spectors were parked by the east side of base,

In hopes that Master Chief would soon show his face;

The children were nestled at their TV sets,

While visions of banshies flew by like jets;

And mamma in her 'PMS Clan, and I in H2o,

Had just settled down for a long game or so,

When out on the lawn there arose such a shatter,

I sprang from the floor to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The Halo and 2 moons on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of ghosts and wrathes down below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But 4 elites, and 4 crouching Spartans near,

With a little practice time, so lively and quick,

I shouted in a moment we must make a stick!

More rapid than eagles the B/R’s did shoot,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called out “watch it y’ole coot!”;

"Now, PMS! now, H2o! now, Mothers and Dad!

On, ladies! on Gents! on, all girls and a lad!

To the top of the Base! to the top of the stair!

Now slash away! slash away! all those who swear!"

As H2o’s cleave and PMS snipe,

They meet with an obstacle, then gather a plan type,

So up to the roof-top the bullets they flew,

Then came the warthog full of noise, and Master Chief too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in a suit

The prancing and crouching of each little boot .

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the building Master Chief came with a bound.

He was dressed all in a suit, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of nades he had flung over his back,

And he looked like a spaceman just pouncing that pack.

His suit -- how they protected! his shields hosted rightly!

His head was incased, in his helmet so tightly!

His duels held down at them to blast and you know,

And the time of this game was as ticking so slow;

The needlers held tight in his hand underneath,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had some help too from us PMS and guys,

His controller shook, when he was hit from the skys.

He was jumping and hopping, a right jolly old elite,

And we laughed when we saw him, in spite of his feet;

A rocket we did pick up off of his kill,

Soon gave me to know we had nothing but skill ;

we spoke not a word, but went straight to our plan,

And killed all the enemies; then won for the clan,

And laying this rocket a blast to the air,

And giving up, they did, and never did swear;

He sprang to his warthog called out so mellow ,

And away they all flew off the game, like they were yellow.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all PMS, and to all H2o,
a good-night."

by Nightwish PMS

[WearyGamer]

nice. i like it night.

[MacGrandma]

Thanks Weary it was fun!

[VeNoM]

NICE! Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays

[MacGrandma]

Merry Christmas to you too Venom! Thanks

[Null]

That So Amazing Lady NightWish

[MacGrandma]

Why Thank you H2o Null Merry Christmas to you also!!

[PMS Kahlo]

Wow... that is so cool! ^_^


Merry Christmas!

[MacGrandma]

Thank you goddess and Merry Christmas to you too!

[PMS Miss X]

hahaha good one nightwish.

<3

Merry Merry

[MacGrandma]

Thanks Merry Merry to you too <3

[H2O PriMeY]

Wow! I like it a lot.

I wish I was as creative as you Nightwish.

[MacGrandma]

Thanks you guys.. you are all so sweet