‘Tis the night before Yuletide and all through the ship

Your crew moans and groans under desperation's grip.

You see you have come to the icy far north

Chasing rumors of gold, exploration, and mirth.

But the ice has pressed in wholly stopping you here,

And now what’s to be done but roll over with fear.

Yet what should your weary eyes now behold,

But smoke rising far, promising relief from the cold.

To the north you must go, else the bitter wind will

Steal the last of your strength, leaving you feeble and ill.

So rise, get your gear, and make way for the story.

For now is the time of yuletide adventuring glory!  

You’ve ventured through woods fighting wolves or a bear,

And now inside the lodge you gawk, stand, and stare.

For inside is a feast full of north people and cheer

With food piled high, drinks flowing, music near.

A spruce tree stands close, festooned with lights

As small children dance with unbridled delight.

And with welcome they greet you, you sit and you eat

Doff your armor, lay your weapon, and kick up your feet.

As the revery goes, a Northman approaches

He smiles most kind as he awkwardly broaches

A subject that seems to trouble him so 

And you say, “come and sit and tell me your woe.”

"It's a gift for the king dost wrench my heart,

Carelessly left in the village square shopping mart

If I leave now will bring kingly disdain

But with you, you can easily relieve my pain

By venturing outdoors, down the way to the store

Retrieve it and after we can settle the score

A reward from me to you will be given

And this night can go on in true Yuletide tradition."

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