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Twas the night before Christmas, when thro' resupply,Not a class was stirring, not even the spy;The intel was placed by the payload with care,In hopes that team BLU soon would be there;The Pyro was nestles all snug in his mask,Dreaming sweet dreams about burning spy crabs;And Heavy with Sasha, and the scout in Bill's hat,Has just settled their differences for a long winter's nap-When on the battlements there arose such a clatter,The Soldier sprang up to see what's the matter;Away to the window, rocket jumped in a flash,Put on his medal and his new Soldier's Stash;The moon on the tracks made for glistening snow,Gave the lustre of Two-Fort to the objects below;When what to his wandering eyes should appear,But a cart full of bombs that could grant one such fear;With a fat Heavy pusher, so slow and quite thick,He knew right away that this was no trick;Like masses of maggots they all swarmed the cart,The fat Heavy whistled and orders he barked;"Move! Left, move! Right, move! Up, MEDIC!,""Poot dispenser here, to team, you are credit;""Sniper is spy! Go scale the wall,""What was that Sandvich? Oh yes, kill them all!;"As ubercharges before a compression blast fly,When they meet with a sentry, mount to the sky;So up to the battlements, they pushed the cart,The thing rigged with bombs, on tracks to the heart;And then in a creaking, he heard from the roof,The releaving sound of a missed huntsman's swoosh;As he raised his shotgun, and was turning around,A backstabbing spy sent him down to the ground;He was dressed in BLU from his head to his toes,But was then interuped by the words "Go! Go! Go!";A sentry was placed by a large ammo pack,As the BLU team set up and prepared to spawn camp;The Kritz - How it twinkled! the bullets now glow,The sniper's weapon drew up, a composit bow;Stickies were placed around the resupply door,And a dispenser was placed on the cold wooden floor;The pain on RED's face as they finally emerged,And were gunned down in seconds as their spawn room was surged;RED gathered back and tried to think of a plan,They prepared for ages to do what they can;The RED Heavy went first, medic on his heels,Killed the BLU pyro first, RED Medic knew how to heal;In the blink of an eye, BLU Engi had so much to dread,RED spy sapped his sentry but engi soon would be dead;Heavy spoke not a word but went strait to his work,Filled the BLU team with lead, then turned with a jerk;And laying a hand on the side of his hip,Started nomming a Sandvich, for that was it;The pyro reached for his newfound flare gun,And chased after the burning BLU Scout just for fun;But the scout could be heard, as he succumbed to the flame,Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good game.