Ive been asked to change the Halo Reach Christmas poem so here you go Bungie U!
Twas the night before, Halo 4
Not a creature was stirring,
But the civilians wanted more
Halo of Course!
The Chief was nestled all snug in his chamber
While dreaming of tea bagging a bunch of elite Rangers
And Halsey in her lab was wishing for Cortana
To not be as rampant as a llama
When out in the field, there arose such an explosion
"My sensor, my sensor! It detects alot of motion"
Pull out my pistol and pull the trigger in a flash
To mow down a line grunts screaming as they dashed
The sun on the breast of an evergreen field
Horror and death, is all this would yield
Wow, what to my wondering eyes should appear
A Covie drop ship, the length of a light year
A warthog approached, so lively and swift
I knew in a moment, it must be the chief
More rapid than Moa, he came with his rifle
Mowing down Prometheans with their own light rifle
"Now Marines; Lasky and all"
Come down and make the Prometheans fall
"To the end of the field, to the top of the hill!"
"Stop em in their tracks Marines" - They were born to kill
As dry leaves that before were only covered in mud
Were now soaked in a thicker Covie Blue blood
So up to the hill top, the Infinity flew
With Chief and Marines that made my heart grew
And then, in a moment, I heard over the Com
"They are everywhere! and they are dropping bombs!"
I threw on my helmet and was turning around
Down came Infinity with Chief abound
He was all dressed in metal, from head to his feet
His acquaintance, No covie bastard wished to meet
His armor grand, amazing, customized and unreal
I had to ask "What rank do you get that helm Chief?"
Then a WartHog, dropped in for us out of the sky
I was going to be an ODST, I could see it in their eyes
Chyler threw up her arms and proclaimed, "I'll Drive"
"No!", said the rest of the Corps, "we wish to stay alive"
I tightly gripped the wheel, made me feel alive
I ramped over a hill, and made that pig fly
Rockets from the Hog screamed over my head
Killionaire MF'ers!, that was 10 Watchers dead!
A Grunt was chubby and plump, a right jolly ol elf
More horrifying than I imagined, I thought, in spite of myself
In the blink of an eye and twist of his head
Chief assassinated him, he was real dead
Chief spoke not a word, but went straight to his job
He filled up on ammo, grenades and scooped up a Fuel Rod
And pointing his finger straight at the Infiity
I knew what he meant, I understood, I got em
He sprang off his 'Goose, to his team he gave a whistle
No one had responded, they all went tragically missin'
In the distance, I heard Chief scream, "For All players.... N0-0Bs and all
Requiem was won without Chiefs fall
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Nader121
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