Who Can Make Christmas Come Early?

Zarkon. That's who.

Of all the things I've been called over the years... Evil. Ebeneezer Scrooge. Mr. Grinch. The king of sinful sots. Let me tell you, they're all just lies and vicious rumors.

There's a soft spot, deep down inside that comes out this time of year... when the ice storms and snow chill Wither's cold-blooded heart to her happiest levels... and the icicle that pokes your eye out (or was that a B.B. fired from a Red Rider B.B. Gun?) may be sharper than Eviscerate's sarcasm... while the cold wind bites harder than his humor... and the grey skies make his outlook seem cheerful.

Well, the point is that even an evil dictator like me has a soft spot for the TBones and Yuracks and Tiny Tims of this world. And that soft spot has compelled me to bring Christmas early to the Voltron Force. Everyone has done a great job, well, except for all of you, you incompetent fools, in assisting me with the spread of evil and empire throughout the universe. If you'd ever stop plotting against me, we might achieve it one day.

And that soft spot... well, the Hunk of Christmas Future showed me poor Eviscerate and poor Lucin, the 'rogues of want and need' and how they froze because of their inadequate shoulder armor. So moved by the Hunk of Christmas Future and the musical stylings of Aquitane Marley (seriously, if I have to listen to "The Night they Drove Ol' Dixie Down" again...) that I brought Christmas early to our two neediest rogues. (If only that grinch Jeff Kaplan would bring PvP buffs...)

Which then gave that beggar druid I picked up at the almshouse to do our grunt work the best shoulder armor of all. Even I got some new bling for my neck and belt--but I was too busy handing out epics like Santa Claus handing out ho-ho-ho's at the Hilton residence for you all to have noticed me greedily making out like a bandit... like the evil genius I am.

Ahem. The reformed, warm-hearted evil genius that I am.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.