Twas the night before christmas when all through the lane,
Not a champion was stiring, not even Miss Vayne.
The pings went down on the turrets with care,
In the hopes that some minions would soon be farmed there.
The summoners were nestled, all snug in their chairs,
Dreaming of penta kills they hoped would be theirs.
And Phreak in his blazer all class to the last,
Had just settled in for a rousing shout cast;
When down in bot lane there arose such a clatter,
We rushed into specator mode to see what was the matter.
Did we just see a summoner use flash?
At level one, that would be quite rash.
A flurry of activity appeared on the map,
And fingers on keyboards began to tap.
When what to our wandering eyes should appear,
But a man made of metal possessing no fear.
With a laugh that rang out so crass and frank,
We knew in a moment, it must be TrollCrank.
More rapid than Hecarim, both teams they came,
And he laughed and taunted and called them by name.
“Now Janna! now Draven, now Teemo and Garen,
On, Caitlyn! On Olaf on Ahri and Riven.
To the front of the bush, to the bot lane wall,
Now come at me, come at me, come at me, all.”
As dry leaves that before the Janna ult fly,
When he met with an opponent, his jukes were quite sly.
So towards the heat of battle, his opponents they flew,
With abilities picked and the TrollCrank too.
And then, in a twinkling, we saw on our screen,
an Ahri orb hit, where the trollcrank had been.
As we focused in our view, and turned to look,
Back came Trollcrank, no damage had he took.
He was wearing a skin that looked like a truck,
And was clearly intent on testing his luck.
A quick axe from Draven sent him back;
Into metal armor it hit with quite a loud smack.
His taunts how they rang, his laugh so annoying!
His opponents charged forward, not even knowing.
His movements were quick as he popped his ghost,
and he took damage from skillshots with narry a boast.
The sound of his mana shield hummed over the strife,
but would it be enough, to save his poor life?
A change of direction, with his tower ahead,
Let his teammates know they had nothing to dread.
He chatted not a word, but went straight to his work,
And pulled Draven in, with a quick little jerk.
His lanemate was overjoyed, like a pig in mud,
As he rushed forward, to pick up first blood.
And we heard TrollCrank exclaim, ere he rolled out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!”