Mr-Homsar

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun, Not a living thing was outside, Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord, In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword; In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber, Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder; And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll, Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal; He had no idea what this man looked like, But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head, Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed. I