'T was the night before Christmas
Posted on 24 Dec 2014 @ 4:25pm by Captain Kate Banninga
Not a creature was stirring, not even a tribble.
The stockings were hung by the warp core with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The crew was nestled all snug in their beds,
Except for a few, who couldn't forget.
And Captain with her wine, and I with a beer,
Had just settled our brains for the new lunar year.
When on top of the ship there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like a midge,
Went up with the lift to the now silent bridge.
I accessed the external sensors, to find what it was
Even though the sounds had momentarily paused.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the edge of the galaxy! With no more forestall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the stars the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the deck
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
The sparkles left and Nicolas set down,
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He 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 I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Merry Christmas everyone, and a Happy New Year
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