'Twas the night before Cranemas, and all through the site,
Crane-Elves were working with all of their might.
Digging and scurrying this way and that,
with each one wearing a very cute hat.

They shoveled, they struggled, they rolled and they ran,
"Quickly! We must work as fast as we can!"
But why were they anxiously clawing at earth?
Tomorrow, there'd be a miracle, a birth!

Uncovering two ears, two cheeks and a nose,
Working their way from the head to the toes
amongst singing, rejoicing, celebration and fun.
The City shall see the birth of its Son!

Hark, can ye hear the Cranegels sing,
as they pave the way for the birth of our King?
This chorus, so blissful, for you and for me?
Sing, "I am Reach, I will be, I will be!"

So lift your voices and join in our song,
Whether or not you can follow along,
Announce His birth with this little ditty:
Reach, our King, the Son of our City!

Think of this greatness as you lay in your beds,
as pretty, young Scaffwolves rest their sweet heads,
of our King terrorizing the humans with fright.
Happy Cranemas to all, and to all a good night.

"Brightsuzaku" (Thu 12/20/2012, 10:50 AM):
AFDGFDAGFGB Aaahhhh! This is PERFECT! Suddenly, everything makes sense! He can't fit in a manger, I guess the pavement will have to do.

Hail, Reach!

"Brightsuzaku" (Sat 12/29/2012, 8:42 PM):
Oh, let me just leave this right here....

The Immaculate Craneception.

yyr (Sat 12/29/2012, 10:10 PM):
That's funny... on multiple levels.

You're hilarious, sometimes...you know that?