There's no need to be afraid. At Christmas time, Just think of all the game's we've played. And in our world of plenty, We can play some MCC. Throw your arms around Bnet At Christmas time. But say a prayer, Pray for the Desticles. At Christmas time, it's hard, But while you eat pickles, There's a noob on your old vidya, And they're a noob of innocence, And they expect loot to be useful, And a story that makes sense. And the endgame that they dream of Is a -blam!-ing piece of poo, Well, tonight thank RNGesus For your purple loot. And there won't be golds in their new Vault This Christmas time. The greatest gifts they'll get this year is whites. Where nothing ever happens, Just endless spawning Captains, Do they know there are good games at all? Here's to you, for a Driveclub perfect run, Here's to them, hoping for that perfect gun. Do they know there are good games at all? Feed the Cryptarch, Fill him up on pointless blues, yes. Cru-ci-ble Easy now, they don't have Truth yet. Help the noobs, Don't laugh at their Galahads, now. Help the noobs, They'll soon meet SUROS Regime, now.