*Ahem*

On da furst day of Zogmas, dis wun git gave to me,
A Panszee, stuck to a Tree.

On da secund day of Zogmas, dis wun git gave to me,
Two Squigs-a-sleepin',
And a Panzee, stuck to a Tree.

On da furd day of Zogmas, dis wun git gave to me,
Three Roks a-flyin,
Two Squigs-a-sleepin',
And a Panzee, stuck to a Tree.

On da forth day of Zogmas, dis wun git gave to me,
Four Nobz a-killin,
Three Roks a-flyin,
Two Squigs-a-sleepin',
And a Panzee, stuck to a Tree.

On da fif day of Zogmas, dis wun git gave to me,
Fiiiiive, Tikin Boooxeees!
Four Nobz a-killin,
Three Roks a-flyin,
Two Squigs-a-sleepin',
And a Panzee, stuck to a Tree.

...Wait a Zoggin Minit.
Sumfing's fishy ere.
Squigs neva sleep!

*Boom*

hurr hurr merry gitmas ya zogs… zogmas ya gitz! now back to da fungus beer!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!

I'z was noticin' ya be needin' some mor' red on ya.. n' since it'z Zogmas, I decided ta' cut ya down a few Humies...

*floats - a voice in your head - There are some dead humans over here....the ons you call space marines, the armour is good for...pillaging

Oy voice in muh 'ead. why ya speakin' like uh git.

Don't you want to loot..new armour?

Merry Zogmas to all. And to all a good WAAAGH! An' 'appy new year! Let'z see if I can krump more gitz dan last year.

'ave a Krumpin Merry Zogmas, frum da tinyest gits to da biggest bosses. Let's 'ave a right proppa WAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!!!

Merry Christmas!
From a Thousand Sons Sorcerer.

Merry Christmas!!!