Yearly Gift Exchange
(to the tune of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”)
written by Alphia & Bubba
That time of year has come again – our yearly gift exchange
A convoluted twisted mind must surely be engaged
In plotting rules & twists & turns that all our gifts will take
Oh, why don’t we simply draw out names – draw out names
For the yearly Shattered Crystal Gift Exchange
You cannot judge a gift alone by how it does appear
Its’ size or weight or shape or sound reveal nothing clear
For Viking ships are made of cheese and amulets weigh a ton
Clues from appearances are none – are none
At the yearly Shattered Crystal Gift Exchange
You either love or hate our game, it’s not for the weak willed
You track your choice thru every turn and move in for the kill
But though you guard it carefully, you do not have it still
For it wanders round the table as it will – as it will
In the yearly Shattered Crystal Gift Exchange
Don’t grow too fond of any gift, for there’s no guarantee
That one you choose as your first pick is truly meant for thee
Though gifts abound, they move around the entire Barony
For the fates truly chose what you receive – you receive
In the yearly Shattered Crystal Gift Exchange
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