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'Twas the night before Christmas


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'Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the rock,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a cock. (Cock of the rock?)

The crab mines were placed by the CC with care,

In hopes that the enemy would fly around there.

The Insurgents were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of OTS missiles danced in their heads.

And with the crew in their 'kerchiefs, and I in my cap,

We settled in for a short space nap.

When down on the sub deck there arose such a clatter,

I ran to the bridge to see what was the matter.

Away to the view screen I flew like a flash,

Punched a few buttons and broke out my stash.

The camera on in my command craft,

Gave me a nice view of both for and aft.

When, what do I see? Is this a dream?

But a miniature shuttle, and eight SF marines,

With a little old Cmdr, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Prick.

Faster than a Zenstar his orders they came,

And he cursed and shouted and called them by name.

"Marine 1, marine 2, marine 3 and 4,

Get your arses up against the bulkhead and cover the door.

Marine 5, marine 6, marine 7 and 8,

Prepare for combat boys, we don't want to be late!"

As space varmits that behind my thrusters do fry,

When they meet with the heat, they burn up and die,

So over to the air lock quietly they flew,

With an arsenal of weapons, and a cutting torch too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard outside the craft,

The sounds of a cutting torch, cutting the latch.

As I sounded the alarm, and was turning around,

The hatch did give way with a hideous sound.

He was dressed in a space suit from his head to his feet,

And his suit was all blackened from the torches high heat.

A bundle of ZS10 rifles, he passed out to his crew,

Then he held up a HD4SG and said "This ones for you."

They ran through the ship, stealing our loot,

Killing my crew, and taking their boots!

They went to my galley, and took all the food,

They even took Kara Moran, but I would have taken her too :-).

As fast as they could, and even faster than before,

They made their way to the shuttle deck, to shuttle craft 4.

Old St. Prick laughed as he shouted with glee,

"When shuttle 4's full, load 1, 2, and 3."

When the shuttles were full, and ready to roll,

They disabled our fighters, and hot-wired the launch control.

He shot us the finger, and the finger once more,

Then he jumped in shuttle 1 after opening the bay door.

He sprang to his seat and to his crew gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like a STS missile.

But I heard him exclaim, before they jumped out of sight,


[ 12-23-2001: Message edited by: Barron Morris ]

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This one has got to go on GNN

"With a little old Cmdr, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Prick."

This part royally woke up everyone in my house. Had to hold my breath and count to 10 to stop laughing

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What about Jingle Klaxons, and Deck the corridors with raider entrails?

Oh, I know, Deck the corridors with raider entrails, fa la la la la la la you're dead. Tis the time to be happy, fa la la la la la la you're dead. Don we now our vacuum suit apparel, fa la la la la la la you're dead...well, it pretty much goes on and on like that...

just a suggestion...

not as good as your night before christmas

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