ajc6@ukc.ac.uk
Mon, 09 Oct 95 16:03:01 bst
Text below recieved from Shelley Reeder of Vancouver, Canada ("COMSYS::REEDER_S"@PEDRO.SD36.SURREY.BC.CA)
> Subj: Twas the Night before Christmas ...
>
>
> 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ship
> Not a circuit was buzzing, not one microchip;
> The phasers were hung in the armory securely,
> In hopes that no alien would get up quite that early.
>
> The crewmen were nestled all snug in their bunks
> (Except for the few who were partying drunks);
> And Picard in his nightshirt, and Bev in her lace,
> Had just settled down for a late face to face...
>
> When out in the hall there arose such a racket,
> That we leapt from our beds, pulling on pant and jacket.
> Away to the lifts we all shot like a gun,
> Leapt into the cars and yelled loudly "Deck One!"
>
> The red-alert lights, which flashed through the din,
> Gave a luster of Hades to objects within.
> When, what on the viewscreen, our eyes should behold,
> But a weird kind of sleigh, and some guy who looked old.
>
> But the glint in his eyes was so strange and askew,
> That we knew in a moment it had to be Q.
> His sleigh grew much larger as closer he came.
> Then he zapped on the bridge and addressed us by name:
>
> "It's Riker, It's Data, It's Worf and Jean-Luc!
> It's Geordi, And Wesley, the genetic boy fluke!
> To the top of the bridge, to the top of the hall!
> Now float away! Float away! Float away all!"
>
> As leaves in the autumn are whisked off the street,
> So the floor of the bridge came away from our feet,
> And up to the ceiling, our bodies they flew,
> As the captain called out, "What the Hell's this, Q?!"
>
> The prankster just laughed and expanded his grin,
> And, snapping his fingers, he vanished again.
> As we took in our plight, and were looking around,
> The spell was removed, and we crashed to the ground.
>
> Then Q, dressed in fur from his head to his toe,
> Appeared once again, to continue the show.
> "That's enough!" cried the captain, "You'll stop this at once!"
> And said Riker to Worf, "take aim at this dunce!"
>
> "I'm deeply offended, Jean-Luc," replied Q,
> "I just wanted to celebrate Christmas with you."
> As we scoffed at his words, he produced a large sack.
> He dumped out the contents and took a step back.
>
> "I've brought gifts," he said, "just to show I'm sincere.
> There's something delightful for everyone here."
> He sat on the floor, and dug into his pile,
> And handed out gifts with his most charming smile:
>
> "For Counsellor Troi, there's no need to explain.
> Here's Tylenol-Beta for all of your pain.
> For Worf I've some mints, as his breath's not too great,
> And for Geordi LaForge, an inflatable date."
>
> "For Wesley, some hormones, and Clearasil-plus;
> For Data, a joke book, For Riker a truss.
> For Beverly Crusher, there's sleek lingerie,
> And for Jean-Luc, the thrill of seeing her that way."
>
> And he sprang to his feet with a grin on his face.
> And, clapping his hands, disappeared into space.
> But we heard him exclaim as he dwindled from sight,
> "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good flight!"
>
>
> Author Unknown