Taken from http://www.d.umn.edu/~sbrockwa/stuff/humor/stchristmas.html for Matthew's Humour Area.

More Christmas Trek

by Sarah Bennett

Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the E,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a flea.
The stockings were hung in Ten Forward with care;
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The crew were nestled all snug in their beds;
and visions of galaxies swirled in their heads.
While Data & Worf & Will Riker too,
covered the bridge with a skeleton crew.
When from the sensors arose such a clatter,
they sprang to their feet to see what was the matter.
"Screens on," cried Riker, but Worf beat him to it;
Then smiling, Riker muttered, "I knew it!"
The stars streaking past looked like fresh falling snow,
and gave empty space a comforting glow.
But what to their wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer!
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
"I believe, sir," said Data, "It must be St. Nick."
More rapid than shuttles, his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
Now Dasher, Now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen,
On Comet, On Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen.
To the top of the ship, to the ports of Ten Forward,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away onward!
"Intruder Alert," cried Worf, spinning around,
as St. Nicholas leaped from the lift with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of goodies was flung on his back,
and he looked like a trader just opening his pack.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And Will laughed when he saw him inspite of himself
"Commander," said Data, "I do not understand,"
but Riker dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
"Why Sherlock," said Riker, "you haven't a clue!
Can you not tell this is our old friend Q?!"
"Alas," whimpered Q, "you have ruined my trick!
But never mind that, I shall STILL play St. Nick!"
And he spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
Soon each stocking held Romulan ale in a flask.
'Only the best for the Ten Forward Crew!
"I'm really quite fond of these humans," said Q
Then laying a finger aside of his nose,
and giving a smirk, up the turbo he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a hoot,
and they all warped away, looking terribly cute!
But just as he left, they heard one final yell:
"Wish Captain Picard a Joyeux Noel!"

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