Dec 24, 2014, 11:28:11 PM12/24/14
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the ship
Not a sensor was blaring, not even a blip.
The engines were humming, no warp was engaged.
Commbadges were silent, no one was paged.
Crewmembers were settled in all of their bunks.
Some with presents hidden in trunks.
Lieutenants and captains all down for the night,
To sleep with the stars as their only light.
When in the shadows a figure appeared,
He looked so familiar - he had a white beard.
Along the dark corridor and down through the hall
This great, bulky figure was looking at all.
Pinpoints of light as those dancing in space
Reflected and shone in his wide, jolly face.
He snickered and snuck, so lively and quick,
This could only be good old Saint Nick.
Then in the shadows, in the halls’ dim light,
Another presence stirred in the quiet night.
A tendril of life, forward it crept
Shadowed Nick’s movements, with him it kept.
Just before Nick was to leave the deck
It suddenly sprang around his neck
It wriggled and writhed and gave a great squeeze.
Poor old Saint Nick, he huffed and he wheezed.
Green tendrils surrounded him, tightening their grasp,
Poor old Saint Nick could only gasp.
Dragged on the floor, this once jolly chap
Was stolen away, leaving just his gift sack.
There was hardly a sound during this crime
Just the hushed rustle of a slithering vine.
Then it was gone with nary a trace
As it retreated to a secret place.
Twas the night before Christmas, yet Santa was gone
But who really noticed anything wrong
Til the next morning, when they’ll discovered his plight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Amanda (Alora DeVeau)