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- From: Bruce.Feist@f615.n109.z1.fidonet.org
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- Subject: ST Nick #2
- X-Sender: newtout 0.05 Dec 30 1992
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- Date: 31 Dec 92 07:28:42
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- CHRISTMAS IN SPACE: THE PREVIOUS GENERATION
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- 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the decks
- Not a crewman was stirring, 'cept those having sex;
- Their boots were all placed by the vent shafts with care,
- In hopes that by morning they'd get some fresh air.
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- The Redshirts were nestled all snug in their beds,
- While visions of staying alive all danced in their heads;
- And, Kirk in his gold shirt, and McCoy in his blue,
- Had just settled down for a nice Christmas brew--
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- When from the comm panel there came such a wail,
- They sprang from their chairs, knocking over their ale.
- Away to the panel Kirk flew, drenched in beer,
- Snapped on the comm switch and barked loudly, "Kirk here!"
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- The squeals that emerged from the thing after that
- Sounded just like the Devil was strangling a cat;
- When, when to their bombarded ears should appear,
- But the music of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,"
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- With a voice in the background, a murmur of talk,
- That made Krk exclaim, "Bones....That sounds just like Spock."
- More rapid than bullets his syllables came,
- As he tested each circuit and called it by name--
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- "Cross Alpha to Beta, join Delta to Theta,
- Route Kappa through Lambda, and Gamma to Zeta.
- To the end of the circuit, the end of the line,
- Now clip a resistor--there. That should do fine."
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- As Kirk and McCoy listened closely to this,
- The comm unit speaker let out a long hiss.
- So, off to the turbolift both of them flew,
- With a mind to discover what Spock was up to.
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- And then, in a twinking, they reached the bridge deck,
- Stepped out of the lift, and began a quick check.
- As they went down the steps and were looking around,
- >From a nook Spock emerged, barely making a sound.
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- He was dressed in gray from his head to his foot,
- And his clothes were all tarnished with solder and soot.
- A bag of components he had in one fist,
- And held in the other, a rather long list.
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- His eyes did not twinkle, his dimples were none,
- Yet somehow it looked like he'd been having fun.
- His mouth, at one corner, quirked up just a touch,
- And one eyebrow lifted, though not by too much.
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- A soldering iron he held in his teeth,
- And the smoke from it circled his head like a wreath.
- He looked like a man with a task to complete,
- And nothing would stop him, not rain, snow, or sleet.
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- His two colleagues stood there, dumbfounded by this.
- McCoy chuckled softly; Kirk let out a hiss.
- The look in Spock's eye and the set of his head,
- Soon gave them to know he would not go to bed.
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- He spoke not a word, but wet straight to work,
- And tuned all the sensors then turned back to Kirk.
- And pressing a button and counting to three,
- He lit up the bridge like a huge Christmas Tree.
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- His work done, he nodded, and walked to the lift
- As his friends stared in awe at his lumious gift.
- But they heard him exclaim, his voice with good-will rife,
- "Merry Christmas! And to you all, Peace and Long life!"
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- --- Maximus 2.01wb
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