*Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the bar,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The Achoo was hung up on the Christmas Tree with care (thanks to Wombat)
In hopes of Wombat, the Christmas savior would arrive deliver new round of drinks to the patron who tend the bar again.
Then as Achoo snoors in the middle of the night. A strange Dropship made out of odd bits and blocks stone, junk, and used parts screamed over head around midnight.
It is the Wombat has arrived, as he carpet bombs the bar and neighborhood with his mech size presents as he flies quickly by.
He shouts across open frequency "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" As he continues across the sky.
Bar is spared most of the xmas carnage, but many angry neighbors shake their fists at the willy Wombat as he flies by for his latest deliveries of Xmas presents made quiet expensive mess on this most holy of nights!*