NEAT Eve:

'Twas the night before NEAT, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The army cases were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Eric soon would be there;
The gamers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of crossfires and crits danced in their heads;
And me with the Epic trophy and the dreaded "Dice of Dave",
Trying to protect the former and bestowing the latter on some other poor Knave;
Knowing that our fearless leader and his microwaved dice would be on the way,
I felt so sorry for those sister-kissers from PA.
Grudge matches, trash talking in the thick of the fight,
I thought to myself - something is missing, something just isn't quite right;
Then I heard Tim exclaim, as his War Engine blocked line of sight,
'Happy NEAT to all, and to all a good-night'.