Deep Elf Summoner Reform

Twas the night before the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a tentacled monstrosity
The orb of Zot was hung between the Zot lungs with defiance and hate
In hopes that qw wouldn't be late;

Crazy Yiuf was nestled, snug in his bed
Sigmund was stalking, filling n00bs with dread
And Cerebov his robe and Lom Lobon in its wrath,
Had just settled scores over some player's bones.