'Twas the day before Christmas, and young Liam was keen
To bring steely death from his battle machines
He did all his chores to get an hour alone
Just him, War Robots, and his mother's iPhone
He jumped in his Cossack, he knew what to do
A beacon turned blue, then another did too!
But what lay in store he'd have never expected
An icon his daddy by chance had detected
"Hey Liam," he pointed, "that's a special deal
Five bucks for a Gepard, plus Gold what a steal!
That's dad's favorite robot, has been from the start
So Merry Christmas, my son, a small gift from the heart."
A few moments later, the new Gepard made
Then added to hangar for inaugural raid
It fiercely dashed forward to harry the foe
As point-blank pinatas left nowhere to go
One beacon, two beacons, then a move for the kill
The squad fell behind, Liam battled on still
Cossacks, Destriers for mercy beseeched
But none was forthcoming from Marty McFleech
Soon it was over, he'd made third on the board!
The fact that they'd lost was quite rightly ignored
He queued for another, then several more
This game he loved now more than ever before
To all of you pilots, and those you hold dear
From our family to yours, be you far or be near
Good luck in the scrimmage, good luck in the fight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!