December 24, 2015 by crew
T’was the night before Christmas…
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the Beast;
Not a model was painted, primed or based.
The Stockings were hung by Stormtrooper Lloyd;
The place that Warren frequently enjoyed.
The team were working hard, all stuffed in their office;
Rendering out videos, bigger than Nautilus.
Warhammer, Infinity, Exodus and lore;
Kickstarters to pledge, Justin cries, “no more!”
Out in the cave, Ben writes up a storm;
Tom codes the backstage, just to keep warm.
Team yankee is over, we’ve still lots to do;
Prize winners be calling, a game of guess who.
Fanmail backed up, more than the grotto;
Hire more elve’s, we really ought to
Over in Japan, with more wiafu’s than Trump
Dear little Sam, coming home for some rump.
No stars for Lance tonight, he’s cut all his locks;
No longer does he resemble the famous Brian Cox.
Instead he’s writing the Christmas poems;
Old school, pencil to paper, forget the modems.
The workshop is neat, tidy and clean;
John rocks in the studio, setting up the scene.
Meanwhile sitting quietly, in the room that is green;
The Grinch of all being, no wait, that’s Warren sneering.
We hope you’ve enjoyed all the content and cheer;
Maybe it’s time for us to drink beer.
Come back next year, we’re bigger and better;
Now, time for family, a roast and a sweater!