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A TF2 Night before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas, with a beautiful sky No one was scurrying in base, not even Spy. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hope that new weapons would soon be there The team was nestled all snug in their beds While Sniper had dreams of blowing of heads And Scout's mom cleaning everyone's hats Thinking the first time Scout got his bat When out on the field arose such a clatter Soldier sprang from his bed to what's the matter Outside the window there was a bright flash That burned down the shutters and singed his new sash The fire had melted the fresh fallen snow So Soldier s