Every year on a galactic decade,Where the Valinbirds sing their sweet serenade,Rival factions forget about death,They prefer to feel the chill of winters breath. Not all races enjoy the sudden change of weather,Especially Avians with the ice on their feathers,But forget about that! It's time to get together! Frostmas is a tradition of forgiveness and truce,Everybody looks forward to the plump Zoran-goose!It's a beautiful space-holiday tradition,With the beautiful singing of a Hylotls composition, And their great need for musical ambition. It's expected to give out a fantastically awesome present,To see the look on their face puzzling how much you have spent,You smell the fresh cold air and strap on your ice skates,Enjoy the thrill with your Apex mates! When the time comes for the gathering at the table,Each person tells an ancient Frostmas fable,Especially the exciting story of Old Queen Mabel! When every clock ticks to the middle of the night,The Grand Space Whales shout can give quite a fright,It flies over you with its tail of might,Its shining kelp beard gives off a glowing light. This certainly is a day of wonder,With the remains of the crackers torn asunder,With not one mouth left to feed, HAPPY FROSTMAS, QUITE INDEED!
