'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Jedi temple
Not a jedi was stirring, not even Hybrid;
The stockings were hung by the Starships with care,
In hopes that St. Koren soon would be there;
The Padawan's were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of training in the force danced in their heads;
And Akasha in her 'kerchief, and I in my robe,
Had just settled down for a long days meditation,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature shuttle, and eight tiny engines,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Koren.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called the engines by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the landing pad ! to the top of the temple !
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the temple-top the coursers they flew,
With the shuttle full of Lightsabers, and St. Koren too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The igniton and blast of each little engine.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the temples elevator St. Koren came with a bound.
He was dressed all in robes, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with blaster holes and lightsaber burns ;
A bundle of lightsabers he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his robe was as tan as a Tatooine Dune;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round smile,
That when you looked upon him he seemed to be quiet agile.
He was slim and muscular, a right jolly old Nabooian ,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his shuttle , to his engines gave a boom,
And away he flew like the republic was going to meet it's doom.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL,AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!!"
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