Post by Buddho on Dec 23, 2021 20:22:23 GMT -6
Twuz the night before Sithmuth, and throughout the DeathStar
No imperial soldier moved, they feared inciting Sir Darth;
The stocks of laze-rifles were polished to a tee,
Otherwise, the crew knew ...banished for eternity.
The officers were holed up in compartments by two's,
Ashake in their jammies, awaiting more unsettling news;
And the lord of darkness brayed, awash in his evil,
Barking fire and brimstone and madness medieval,
When out on the tarmac of Shipping Bay 3,
Came a hoboken ship that passed force-fields with ease.
It landed with a hop and dead stopped in its lane,
As soldiers bewildered, shouted, wailed and complained.
The moon of Endor hid in plain view,
As haphazard guests piled out, doing the ol' soft shoe.
Drunk as skunks and wearing holiday garb,
Of red and white uniforms, they sang holiday barbs.
Darth was incensed and brushed past the crowd,
Shouting Darth orders and shouting darned loud!
But the holiday spirit had taken a foothold,
And the crew of the Death Star stood proud and stood bold,
They defied the Dark One with commanding force,
Shoved him in a T.I.E, and sent him off course,
Then they proceeded to join the growing festivities,
With joy in their hearts to proclaim these proclivities.
That the spirit of Christmas was alive and well...
Even in the darkest, bleakest, corners of heck,
Whether space or stolen planet, be habitat of thee,
Happy Holidays to all and please, please...be merry!
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Merry Christmas, Dan!
