Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the barracks
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse droid
The ships were docked in the hangars with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there.
The soldiers were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of blasters danced in their heads,
And Havock in her uniform, and Jae in her armor,
Had just settled down for...(Well, it’s best not to say)
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Hav rose from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash,
Tore open the window and drew her blaster.
When, what to her wandering eyes would appear,
But a smoking crater, and eight running troopers.
With a platoon adjutant, so lively and quick,
She knew in a moment that it was not St. Nick.
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Zippy! now, Anival! now, Drex and Dusk!
On Grahim! On, Coadster! on Dunny and Valthir!
Now run away! Run away! GTFO all of you!”
And then, in a twinkling, Hav heard in the halls
The sound of heavy footfalls
As she drew in her head, and was turning around,
In came Skarr with leaps and a bound
He was dressed all in armor, from head to foot,
And it was covered all over with ashes and soot,
A bundle of explosives, he had flung over his back,
And he looked like a peddler, opening his back.
His eyes-how they twinkled! With such mischievous light!
His cheeks were blackened, his nose a little burnt!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was nothing like snow.
The stump of a match he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and muscular arms
The flexed when he picked up the bag.
Hav laughed when she seen him, in spite of herself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And placed all his bombs, then turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, he ran back out of the room!
He sprang to his barracks, to his platoon gave a whistle,
And away they all ran like the down of a thistle.
But Hav heard him exclaim, ‘ere he dove out of sight.
“Who the hell is Santa? This is Star Wars, not RL!”
