Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the lands
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Warban;

The stockings were hung by the fountain with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The somarians were uplifted and filled with Christmas cheer;
World chat was full of merriment and no jeer.

Snow had settled on the ground near the magic keepers hut;
Everything seemed great, nothing to worry about, but

Blitzen is back again and has stolen Santa's present
Can the Somarians return them on this advent?