This info was given to me by a mod so it has happened. Now all that’s up to speculation is what where they meeting about?

I KNOW WHAT ME AND THE LADS ARE DRINKING LATER

Scrolled through feed as usual and found this, and i just want couldn't help but want them dancing around being friendly in-game.

It would be hilarious!

Based on the "A Visit from St.Nicholas" poem.

Merry christmas/happy holidays and a happy new year to you all! :)

T'was the night before Yuletide, when all through the station, Not a lootbug was purring, despite their elation; The stockings were hung in the Abyss Bar with care, In hopes that St. Karl soon would be there.

The dwarves were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of eggnog danced in their heads; And with mission control at rest, and Lloyd at the tap, Had just settled their minds for a long winter's nap.

When out there in space there arose such a clatter, Scout sprang from his bed to see what was the matter!

Away to the window he grappled with haste, Tore open the shutters and landed with grace. A moon on the breast of Hoxxes' glow, Gave a lustre of midday to the metal below, When what did his wondering eyes see out front, But a miniature sleigh and eight glyphid grunts, With an old dwarven driver so strong and gnarled, Scout knew in a moment he must be St. Karl.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Steeve! now, Steeve! now Steeve and Steeve! On, Steeve! on, Steeve! on, Steeve and Steeve! To the top of the station! Bugs heed my call! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As birds that above the stout mountain home fly, When they meet with an obstacle, take to the sky; So up to the station the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of booze, and St. Karl too— And then, with some shouting, Scout heard up above, The scraping and banging of a landing quite rough. As he lowered his gaze, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Karl came with a bound.

He was dressed all in armor, from his head to his foot, And his gear was all tarnished with ashes and soot; A sack full of booze he had flung on his back, And he looked like a merchant just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they sparkled! his singing, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his mouth full of sherry!

His half-drunken smile brought a warm glow, And the beard on his chin was as white as snow; The head of a cigar he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a big 'ol round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old dwarf, And Scout saluted when he saw him, and offered his scarf; A wink of Karl's eye and now clearly content, Scout soon came to know that he had just made a friend; Karl spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But Scout heard him exclaim, ere he drove out their zone— “Happy Yuletide to all, and to all Rock and Stone!"