Yearly Gift Exchange (to the tune of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”) written by Alphia & Bubba

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