Starting Friday November 29

Join Saintvicious starting this Friday through December 10th as Curse and Alienware team up to bring you Christmas gifts early this year. For 12 days, Saintvicious will be streaming and announcing the winners each day, and you could win big. Prizes include a new Alienware X51, a signed Curse jersey, an Alienware 14 or 17 Gaming Laptop, or even an hour to learn from Saintvicious in an exclusive private lesson. For more details on how to win these awesome prizes, visit Saintvicious’s Facebook to entry details! To celebrate this momentous occasion, we’ve prepared a story for you to jumpstart Cursemas!

‘Twas the night before Cursemas, when all through the rift
Not a summoner was stirring, not even Doublelift;
The stockings were hung by the nexus with care,
In the hopes that St. Vicious soon would be there;
The summoners were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of cute poros danced in their heads;
And Annie in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the rift there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the spawn to see what was the matter.
Away to the tower, I used my spell flash,
Went out past the walls, and used my QS-sash.
The moon on the sheen of the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre of Final Spark to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a tall young driver, the time was auspicious:
I knew in a moment that it must be St. Vicious!
Up to the spawn, his red sleigh flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Vicious too.
He was dressed all in fur, from head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with jungle dust and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like the shopkeeper opening his pack
There were presents galore in his bundle of fun
Some of them grand, like an X51
A team Curse Jersey and Jacket were carefully wrapped,
And the 2 Alienware Laptops were lovingly strapped,
T-shirts and RP adorned the Cursemass tree,
As he set down a new Gaming Chair, just for me!
He spoke not a word, but went straight back to work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a  jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up to the sleigh he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And they all flew away from the snorts of Bristle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Cursemas to all, and to all a good-night.”