From our clan (Honor Bound Outcasts) to yours we wish you a Merry Christmas and our clan scribe CapedCrusaderJTH presents a new adaptation on an old favourite.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Tower Many a ghosts were stirring, as we relished our power.

Rocket launchers were hung by the fire with care, In hopes that enemies to destroy soon would be near.

Guardians were nestled all snug in their beds, But Honor Bound Outcasts were on the prowl instead.

A fire team was formed to go on a mission, New guns were in hand, yearning to be christened.

At the top of the wall they heard Fallen chatter, Their sparrows were summoned to deal with this matter.

To the EDZ they flew like a flash, To the Sunken Isles ready for a clash.

A ketch on the horizon and a Fallen Walker crash, Our guardians were ready for a Christmas Eve smash.

When, what to a Hunter’s keen sight should appear, But a second Fallen Walker and the sounds of Fallen cheer.

With a wink and a smile our guardians were ready, Guns locked and loaded nice...and...steady.

More rapid than a Thunderlord Honor Bound Outcasts attacked! Humiliating their enemies, no matter how much the odds were stacked.

Now, Hammers! Now, Arrows! Now, Fists of Havoc! With Nova Bombs and Golden Guns! The Light...it was magic!

At the end of their supers, the Fallen did fall! Now, run away! Run away! Run away, all!

As ghost shells before the Light of the Traveler, When they pair with a guardian, their might too high a caliber.

So back to the Tower, their Sparrows they flew, With bags full of loot and Glimmer too!

Back at the Tower, their shared headquarters, They became drunk on the cheers of their supporters.

As they reached in their bags to share with their friends, They couldn’t believe their eyes, each obtained Prometheus Lens!

As if to give thanks, they aimed for the sky, And one by one shot laser beams into the sky.

A cluster of suns lit up the Tower, A Christmas to remember, one filled with firepower!

Guardians everywhere cheered, their light burning bright, A dance party ensued, they were up all night.

Ikora was bored, Zavala stood stern They watched in silence as the rest danced in turn.

The spirit of Cayde-6, he was having a blast, He was extremely drunk, along with Lord Shaxx.

Of his night with the Queen, Lord Shaxx sure boasted, He left on his helmet... He left her Awoken.

Honor Bound laughed, Shaxx did not know, the Queen was already Taken, By each member of HBO.

As sad as we were by the murder of Cayde, We made short work of Uldren, that motherfucker paid.

The night was almost over, Ry was out of syrup, Perrow drank all his whiskey, They both did tear up.

HBO was ready to turn in, they fought the good fight, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.