CHRISTMAS ON THE SOL


T'was the night before Christmas and all through the ship
All we could hear were the instruments blip.
The night crew was settled for a long quiet shift
Reading reports coming in from the rift.

Then the Com station chimed with such a clatter
The XO leaped up to resolve the matter.
"On screen!" she ordered and what did we see:
A red Bird of Prey with warp nacelles three!

"Intruder Alert!" The computer declared
As an energy beam appeared from nowhere.
A very round Klingon over 2 meters high
Appeared in red armour of a Samauri!

His smokey brows met under eyes steely blue,
Offsetting his ridgeplate: a gnarled horseshoe.
His beard was streaked white from the passage of time
And his deep-throated chuckle sent chills down my spine!

He held a skin bag filled to the brim,
Which he dumped on the station in front of him.
Disruptors and Batleths, Candy and gargh,
     a new baby Targ, a Horta egg, too
All graced the bridge when Kahless was through.

He shouldered his pack and started to gleam,
Then he faded away in the wash of a beam.
His form disappearing, I heard his farewell:
"Merry Christmas to all and to all....DIE WELL!"