Twas the night before December 1st
We watched the clock with massive thirst

Minutes before the clock struck twelve
Into the realms we prepared to delve

At midnight after we'd had our wait
Most of our faces hit the great gate

For the realms were full and the gates were closed.
Off the ground our crumpled forms rose

We breathed heavy sighs and moaned with chagrin.
Who would be next to fight their way in?

At last through the doors appeared a small light
Not sure it was real, I rose to full height.

Warned of the opening of the great gate
I distracted the others, laying the bait.

"Hey look over there!" I cried to the mob
They looked to west, the poor ignorant slobs.

As the gates opened, I leaped through with glee
The others looked back and caught sight of me.

"You there!" they shouted with angst and frustration.
But nothing I heard in my state of elation.

I shouted with joy at the success of my scheme.
Though shortlived it was, for a time my eyes gleamed.

My body was frozen, my limbs would not bend.
The world faded from view thus fortelling the end.

Pulled through the portal, back to the crowd.
Their faces were twisted, their voices were loud.

Thrown back to the cold, I went on my way.
In for five minutes, out for a day.