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- From: Bruce.Feist@f615.n109.z1.fidonet.org
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- Subject: ST Nick #3
- X-Sender: newtout 0.05 Dec 30 1992
- Message-ID: <18110a85@ofa123.fidonet.org>
- Date: 31 Dec 92 07:29:00
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- A ST:TNG CHRISTMAS
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- '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.
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- 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...
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- 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!"
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- 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.
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- 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;
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- "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!"
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- 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!"
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- 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.
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- 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."
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- 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.
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- "For Counselor Troi, thre'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.
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- "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."
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- 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!"
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- --- Maximus 2.01wb
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