An Enterprising Christmas
- 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ship,
- Not a computer was working, not even a blip;
- The radios were silenced by Uhura with care,
- In hopes that the Federation would forget they were there.
- The crewmen were nestled all snug in their beds,
- While visions of Wrigley's Pleasure Planet danced in their heads;
- And Kirk in his quarters, and Arex in his nest,
- Had just settled down to a well-deserved rest.
- When down in the labs there arose such a clatter,
- Kirk sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
- To the turbolift he rushed with a roar,
- Dropped down two decks and burst from the door.
- The light in the walls of the corridor space
- Gave dimness of evening to the Captain's face;
- When, what to his suspicious eyes should appear,
- But three anti-grav units, piled high with some gear.
- Behind them a fellow, dressed up all in red,
- With a white flowing beard and a cap on his head.
- More stealthily than Klingons, his helpers they came,
- And he whispered and motioned, and called them by name.
- "Now Yeoman! Now Ensign! Now Nurse and Lieutenant!
- Be quick now, Commander! We have a time limit!
- To the rooms of the crew! To the end of each hall!
- Now dash it and darn it! Be quiet you all!"
- As good warriors ready to enter a fray,
- When they meet with a leader, rush to obey,
- So up to the sixth deck, the helpers they flew,
- Each pair with a grav unit, and the gear piled on, too.
- And, in the twinkling, Kirk gave hot pursuit
- To see what this fellow would do with his look.
- As he hid in a niche, and was turning to spy,
- Out of a room, the fellow backed with a sigh.
- He was covered in fur, from his foot to his dome,
- And his body was rounded with stuffing of foam;
- White trimming about his fat belly traversed,
- And he looked like a tribble, just ready to burst!
- The end of a stylus he helt tight in his fist,
- And marked off each stop on his computer print list.
- His droll little mout was drawn up in a grin
- That went almost unseen 'neath the beard on his chin.
- His helper was taller, and dressed up like an elf,
- And Kirk smiled when he saw him, in spite of himself;
- THe slant of a brow and the point of an ear,
- Soon made Kirk to know he had nothing to fear.
- They spoke not a word, but went straight to their chore
- And placed a wrapped package inside every door.
- Then meeting the others, all finished and done,
- They headed back down, from where they had come.
- Kirk sprang from his niche, to watch them take therir leave,
- And the last thin he saw was the red fellow's sleeve.
- But Kirk heard him exclaim as he dove out of sight,
- "I'm a doc, not a Santa. Hope I got everything right."
A ST:TNG CHRISTMAS
- 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ship
- Not a circuit was buzzing, not one microchip;
- The phasers were hung in the arm'ry securely,
- In hope that no aliens would get up 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 neat face to face...
- When out in the halls there arose such a racket,
- That we lept from our beds pulling on pants and a jacket.
- Away to the lifts we all shot like a gun,
- Leapt into the cars and yelled loudly, "Deck One!"
- The bridge Red-ALert lights, which flashed throught the din,
- Gave a luster of Hades to objects within.
- When, what, on the viewscreen, should our eyes behold,
- But a weird kind of sleigh, and some geek who looked old.
- But the glint in his eyes was so strange and askew,
- That we know in a moment it had to be Q.
- His sleigh grew much larger the 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 fluke!
- To the top of the bridge, to the top of the hall!
- Now float away, float away, float away all!"
- As leaves in autumn are whisked off the street,
- So the floor of the bridge came away from out feet,
- And up to the ceiling our bodies they flew,
- As the captain called out, "What's the meaning of 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 oonce again to continue the show.
- "That's enough!" cried the Captain, "you'll stop this at once!"
- And Riker said, "Worf! Take your aim at this dunce!"
- "I'm deeply offended, Jean-Luc," replied Q.
- "I just wanted to spend 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," said he, "to show I'm sincere.
- There's something delightfoul for everyone here."
- He sat on the floor and dug into the pile,
- And handed out gifts with his most charming smile.
- "For Counselor Troi, there's no need to explain,
- Here's Tylenol-Beta for all of your pain.
- For Worf, I've got mints as his breath's not too great,
- And for Geordi LaForge, and 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."
- Then he sprang to his feet with that 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!"