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An Enterprise Night Before Christmas

A | Author - Bether | E | Genre - Humor | Main Story | Rating - G
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An Enterprise Night Before Christmas

By Bether6074

Rating: G
Disclaimer: Enterprise and its characters belong to Paramount. No infringement intended to them or to the author of this poem.
Summary: This is just my little take on the famous Christmas poem by Clement C. Moore.

Author’s Notes: I just wanted to have a little fun with our favorite Enterprise characters. Distracted helped me with it, as she always does.

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ship
Neither human nor Vulcan stirred, not even Trip;
The stockings were hung by the transporter with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would beam there.
The crew were nestled all snug in their beds,
Malcolm cuddled with Hoshi; Jon with Porthos instead,
And T’Pol in her silk, snug with Trip in his blues,
Had just settled their bodies for a long winter’s snooze…
When up on the hull there arose such a clatter,
I sprang out of sickbay to see what was the matter.
Away to the viewport I flew like a flash,
Pausing while feeding my bat his blood mash.
Starlight through the porthole was vividly aglow,
And gave the luster of mid-day to the saucer below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a tiny shuttlepod flying in the wrong gear,
With a little old driver who didn’t know how to steer,
I knew in a moment he had something to fear.
More rapid than eagles the tiny vessel flew,
So out of control that the engines just blew,
And he whistled and shouted with most pitiful rue.
“To the top of the ship! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Before I fall!”
As starlight twinkled in the galaxy’s sky,
Old Santa knew it couldn’t be his time to die,
Next time he’d just leave the reindeer to fly.
So up to the ship-top, there was a bright flash,
And the Captain and I knew that Santa had crashed.
Trip came running from his quarters all dressed in blue,
His engineer’s mind knew exactly what to do.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Onto the transporter pad St. Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with engine grease and soot.
He gave T’Pol an eye,
And looked rather sly,
And the commander beamed his bundle aboard with a sigh.
Trip then turned to T’Pol,
As she stood in P.J.’s in the hall,
And she raised her eyebrow at him with un-Vulcan gall.
We gathered together, watching the jolly old fellow,
Who then opened his bag that was shaded bright yellow.
His eyes-how they twinkled-his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
We looked on with great wonder
As he made not one blunder.
He filled my stocking with an abundant supply of blood flies,
And shoved into Trip’s, two large-sized pecan pies.
Several toy cannons, he placed into Reed’s
For explosions, Santa knew, were one of his needs.
A 200 language dictionary for Ensign Sato,
Malcolm thought to himself, Is it potato or po-tah-to?
Captain Archer got a model ship, ready to go,
And into T’Pol’s, went a sprig of mistletoe.
The Vulcan wondered, What is that most unsightly greenery for?
Perhaps Commander Tucker desired to even the score,
To initiate a kiss and even a bit more.
T’Pol wasn’t certain about what was in store.
For though Trip’s face was now a deep shade of red,
T’Pol knew that her bondmate was certainly NOT. DEAD.
With his work now complete,
Santa sprung to his feet,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
With a quick nod to Trip, to the transporter he rose.
He abandoned the broken pod and called for his sleigh,
And by magic his reindeer appeared on their way,
With reindeer-shaped EV suits in brightly colored array.
He snapped his fingers to dress himself, to his teams gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-flight!”


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A whole mess of folks have made comments

Enchanting! And --- Trip ... NOT. DEAD.

Goodness!!! This is delightful.
My Choir is singing two services tonight. And we have a little break between then. I just printed out this wonderful poem. And I will share with my fellow Trek fans (we have at least three die-hard fans in addition to me) during the break. This will definitely make our Christmas Eve merrier. Thanks, Bether, for your wonderful work!
And, Merry Christmas everyone, from Japan!

Goodness!!! This is delightful.
My Choir is singing two services tonight. And we have a little break between then. I just printed out this wonderful poem. And I will share with my fellow Trek fans (we have at least three die-hard fans in addition to me) during the break. This will definitely make our Christmas Eve merrier. Thanks, Bether, for your wonderful work!
And, Merry Christmas everyone, from Japan!

Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas! : )

LOL! Thanks for that little piece of merry!

Whoa. Saint Nick forgot about poor Travis. :D

Good job. NOT. DEAD. Thumbs up!

Adorable! Merry Christmas everyone!

I assume Travis had visions of sugarplums dancing in his head! ;) Well done, some Trip/T'Pol AND Malcolm/Hoshi! Perfect, and 'tis the season, after all! Merry Christmas, everybody! (Not dead. Dang straight.) *<:)

Wonderful stuff, just what I needed, good writing B (& D!)Happy Christmas all!!!

Well what a merry x-mas! Looks like evry one has been hanging arund this site. Merry Christmas to all!

Ha! How festive! I read this with a huge grin on my face the entire time! :D

That was soooo cute. Nice job Bether and to everyone here, have a very Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy Kwanza...Hope I got everyone's right......T...

This was wonderful! NOT. DEAD. indeed! LOL

SO. NOT. DEAD. Thanks for the Christmas cheer...

Red-faced author...

St. Nick hung his head in shame,
Perhaps his old age was to blame;
And poor Travis would never be the same,
Having not received his claim to fame.
For after Rudolph delivered his gift,
The ensign could no longer be miffed;
Travis would not be in a fog,
With his four new pages of dialogue.

Better?

Loved the poem, merry Christmas all from Liverpool Uk

oh how sweet to fix travis How did i mis-spell around? sorry

Wonderful Enterprise Christmas poem! Loved your P.S. for Travis. Never believed Trip was dead, anyway!

Cute-LOL! Poor Archer. Destined to snuggle with Porthos instead of Hoshi. Heh! Even Santa appreciates T'Pol's attributes.

haha that was great! i really enjoyed it!

LOL. Kinda corny, but really cool.

Well, if you've read any of my other stuff, you'd know that just about all of it is corny. It just comes with the territory when you read anything I've written. I'm glad everyone enjoyed the poem. I know I enjoyed writing it.

Loved it, laughed all the way through it! Everybody who agrees with NOT DEAD is absolutely Correct!

Ha,ha, pretty funny. I edit an astronomy newsletter and wonder if you've seen the NASA Night Before Christmas? Its an official NASA poem and its pretty good. "Twas the night before Christmas when all through the stars, Not a creature was stirring, not even on Mars" For Star Trek fans, there is even a reference to Spock. Check it out. its pretty good! Anyway, Bether, thanks for this! NASA Night Before Christmas can be found at:

http://www.thursdaysclassroom.com/18dec01/thenight.html

Ha! --Clever :o)

thanks for the website justTrip'n

Hey I Read This Before And I Luv It Keep It Upne Way Cul8r !! Trip Rox Ma Sux X-)

that was so so funny man thnkxs 4 a gr8 story !!

Lol! You probably didn't do it purposely, but just the fact that Travis got left out to me was the most hilarious jab of the poem. It just wouldn't be Enterprise if Travis didn't get screwed over (kinda sad really - but still funny). Great job!