Dawn breaks and birds awaken with the call,
"Won't you adventure to Ty Beirdd's househall?
Buy tickets in LOTTERY 4," they sing,
Their chirping drowned by the belltower's ring.

The bells toll to announce noon's arrival.
Bards enjoy booze, and study survival.
A drinking horn in their inventory
Would inspire quite the Bardic story.

Harmonious as the church's choir,
The Provost calls out, like a town crier:
"Tickets, tickets, tickets for young and old!
They're in Cyrene and just one thousand gold!"

Evening arrives and every last cricket,
Seems to remind folks to buy a ticket.
Their chirping goes on through the long, dark night
While visions of artefacts keep things bright.

Logosmas is a time of joy and cheer,
To share with friends and loved ones we hold near.
So while shopping, brave Cyrene's wide snow drifts
And take a chance on some artefact gifts.


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Daedalan, in the year 584 AF.