Happy Holidays!
(I attempted to post this as my status, but alas, it was too long. Have a wonderful holiday!)
Twas the night before Trekmas, when all through the shard,
Some captains were stirring, still playing hard.
In circles they raced through wintery air,
In hopes the Breen warship soon would be theirs.
Other captains nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Orions danced in their heads.
Omnipotent Q in his nightie and cap,
Had just settled his brain for a long winter's nap.
When out on the snow there arose such a clatter,
Q sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to wonderland he vanished in a flash,
Tugged on his robes and straightened his sash.
The moon on corpses of men made of snow,
Gave the luster of midday to carnage below.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But Feds and Klingons bonded in cheer.
"Humans and Vulcans sharing fistbumps with Gorn?
Where is the conflict, chaos, discord, and scorn?
If these mere mortals want fellowship this night,
I'll give them something to help them unite."
His eyes, how they twinkled with hints of malice!
Even his father never seemed so callous.
His droll little sneer was drawn up like a bow,
As he waved his hand towards the ice and snow.
A rumbling from deep 'neath the frozen lake,
Gave the minor bipeds a mighty shake,
As something emerged, the ice, it did crack.
A snowy overlord began to attack.
He was chubby and plump, with spines made of sticks,
His blasts of powder hitting like bricks!
A charcoal grimace and a twist of his head,
Gave those in his sights something to dread.
He let out a roar, freezing those whom accost,
Called forth his minions who healed him with frost.
Yet these weren't children the colossus did face,
But troops of honor and explorers of space.
Armed with weapons like Avalanche and Flurry,
Flinging hard-packed snow in balls of fury.
The battle raged on, frigid and intense,
Until the monster was felled by their defense.
From his gazebo perch, Q watched in dismay,
As his frosty creation was destroyed in the fray.
"Oh, well," he did shrug, "let them think they have power.
I'll just try again in the next half an hour."
He hovered above them, these reveling ants,
Seemingly unmoved as they cheered and they danced.
But under his breath, through a grin so slight,
"Happy Trekmas to all, and to all a good night!"
- Jefftown (with thanks and apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
Twas the night before Trekmas, when all through the shard,
Some captains were stirring, still playing hard.
In circles they raced through wintery air,
In hopes the Breen warship soon would be theirs.
Other captains nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Orions danced in their heads.
Omnipotent Q in his nightie and cap,
Had just settled his brain for a long winter's nap.
When out on the snow there arose such a clatter,
Q sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to wonderland he vanished in a flash,
Tugged on his robes and straightened his sash.
The moon on corpses of men made of snow,
Gave the luster of midday to carnage below.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But Feds and Klingons bonded in cheer.
"Humans and Vulcans sharing fistbumps with Gorn?
Where is the conflict, chaos, discord, and scorn?
If these mere mortals want fellowship this night,
I'll give them something to help them unite."
His eyes, how they twinkled with hints of malice!
Even his father never seemed so callous.
His droll little sneer was drawn up like a bow,
As he waved his hand towards the ice and snow.
A rumbling from deep 'neath the frozen lake,
Gave the minor bipeds a mighty shake,
As something emerged, the ice, it did crack.
A snowy overlord began to attack.
He was chubby and plump, with spines made of sticks,
His blasts of powder hitting like bricks!
A charcoal grimace and a twist of his head,
Gave those in his sights something to dread.
He let out a roar, freezing those whom accost,
Called forth his minions who healed him with frost.
Yet these weren't children the colossus did face,
But troops of honor and explorers of space.
Armed with weapons like Avalanche and Flurry,
Flinging hard-packed snow in balls of fury.
The battle raged on, frigid and intense,
Until the monster was felled by their defense.
From his gazebo perch, Q watched in dismay,
As his frosty creation was destroyed in the fray.
"Oh, well," he did shrug, "let them think they have power.
I'll just try again in the next half an hour."
He hovered above them, these reveling ants,
Seemingly unmoved as they cheered and they danced.
But under his breath, through a grin so slight,
"Happy Trekmas to all, and to all a good night!"
- Jefftown (with thanks and apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
