Twas the night before Halo 3, when all through my room
Not a 360 was whirring, not even a vroom.
My money was secure in my wallet with care,
In hopes that my game soon would be here.
My Brothers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Master Chief danced in their heads.
My TV turned to standby mode, and my iPod asleep,
I lay in my bed for what seemed to be a week.
When out on the street there came such a bang,
I sprang from the bed guessing it was a gang.
Away to the window I saw a grenade-like flash,
It tore open the shutters and blew up the sash.
The moon was beautifully rendered with an electric glow
Gave the brightness of afternoon to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A miniature Spartan helmet, and three discs there.
With a little old driver, so lively and spongy,
I knew in a moment it must be someone from bungie.
More rapid than eagles the workers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Marty O’Donnell! Michael Bastien and Frankie!
On, Jen Taylor! Sketch Factor, and Master Chief!
To the top of Valhalla! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As noobs that before the professional gamers die,
When they meet with an obstacle, they superbounce and fly.
So up to the house-top the staff they flew,
With the box full of the games, and bungie.net too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the roof
The crouching and p0wning, and the new video proof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney the Bungie staff came with a bound.
They were dressed all in armor, from from each head to each foot,
They were like Tucker through a teleporter, all covered in soot.
A box set of the game they had flung on their backs,
They looked like hobos, just opening their packs.
The Discs how they twinkled! The grunts how merry!
Like the birthday party skull! They didn¹t tarry!
The split mouths and jackals and brutes,
The hunters and the Prophets acting all Astute.
The stump of a cigar Sgt. Johnson held like a king
And the smoke it circled his head like a halo ring.
He had a weathered face and a quite large SMG,
That shook when he shot, like a gamer with glee!
Master Chief stood up like a massive boulder,
He strapped a Rifle to his back on an invisible holder
A wink from Cortana and a twist of the Chief¹s head,
Soon let me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He joined a match made game, then owned a rapping jerk.
And laying his finger on top of the button ³B²
He beat down a player and got in the Banshee!
It took to the air, to his team gave he a whistle,
And away Bungie flew like a launched missile.
I heard them exclaim, Before they went out of sight,
“Happy Halo to all, and to all Finish the Fight!”
-Cameron Porcaro
Thank you Cameron 🙂