Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shop
Not a machine was stirring, not even a Flux.
The stocking were hung by the front desk with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The artists were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of EXOs and PowerBolts danced in their heads.
And FK Irons all shut down and closed,
Had just settled all the little workers so they may play in the snow.
The moon shines bright lighting the snowy blanket laying flat tonight,
And suddenly rose a clatter up high in the sky,
and to FK’s employees wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
We knew at that moment - it must be St. Nick.
Faster than lightning the coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, all the Sales.
“Up to $150 OFF the Flux and EXO too,
20% OFF Darklab Swag,
And up to $50 OFF the LightningBolt and Uni.
35% OFF Vertix Needles,
And up to $200 OFF the Xion,
$50 OFF on grips and foot pedals too.
To the top of the porch! To the top of the shop’s wall!
Now dash! Dash! Dash away all!”
Suddenly there's stomping on the shops roof,
With prancing and taping of each little hoof.
With the sleigh full with Artists’ favorite toys,
And St. Nicholas too - don’t worry girls and boys.
Down the chimney St. Nicholas slid down,
He was tatted all up, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were red and black - looking pretty dope,
Suddenly he started getting back to work.
Pulling out the Black Ops EXO and Bubblegum Flux too,
He even filled the stockings with cartridges and pigments too.
The tree now filled with every little artists’ dreams,
He took a look around and was proud of what he had seen.
The shop full of everything the could need and wish,
And up the chimney went old St. Nick.
He jumped in his sleigh, to his team he whistled,
And away they flew like the down of a thistle.
Be he made sure to exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
“Happy FK Irons Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
