The full "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" poem from this game:
Twas the month before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
but they were all worried rats might see them there
The wee mice were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of sharp cheddar danced in their heads
Momma had warned us, "watch out for that trap"
we were ready for shut-eye - a long winter night's nap
Before we could sleep, there arose such a clatter
so I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Accusations were flying. Exile someone, they said
before I could do anything, MiX was dead
The sunrise was like magic on the new-fallen snow
but then it revealed what had happened below
When what to my wondering eyes did appear
but Swowl was found dead, making my eyes tear
With everything moving so lively and quick
I knew in a moment this must be a trick
More rapid than eagles, accusation and votes came
An exile was decided - Joseph2302 was his name
Now Pinky! now Fievel! now Minnie and Jerry!
On Nynaeve! on Mrs. Brisby! and on, Reepicheep!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! did you just see? gkrieg13 did fall!
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet clashing roleclaims, mount to the sky
So up to the housetop, arguments to work through
With a bag full of tricks, and all opinions heard too
And then, in a twinkling, I heard, no I saw
The prancing and pawing of a noodly mouse's paw
As I drew in my head, and was turning around
They exiled scolapasta, all tied up and bound.
Next morning, another was tied, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
He was marred; he was mangled; he had scars on his back
Dylan32 had been killed, the rats had emptied out his pack
The rats - how they marveled. Their disguises, so merry!
Their ploys and their plots and their plans made them cheery!
Rats took off mouse costumes, even the cute little bow,
The game was over before Christmas, time to play in the snow.
The rats smoked a pipe, held tight in their teeth;
And the smoke, it encircled their heads like a wreath.
They exiled faust today, then each patted his belly,
That shook when they laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
I felt chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I smiled - the game's over - no help from myself.
A wink of the eye, and a twist of my head,
Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread.
I spoke not a word but went straight to work,
Typing the end of the game, then I turned with a jerk.
And laying my finger aside of my nose,
And giving a nod, I grabbed for a rose.
EFHW and jotheonah were endgamed - time for a whistle
infangthief and WestCoastDidds, rats were like a thistle.
Back to Real Life, I exclaimed, as I vanished from sight -
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"