'Twas the Star Trek |
| Data: 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring for Spot ate the mouse. Worf: The chocolate was set on the table with care, in hopes that Deanna soon would be there. Geordi: The children were nuzzled all snug in their bed, while visions of warp coils danced in their heads. Picard: I in my kerchief and Bev in her nightie, had just settled down for a long ships goodnight. Riker: When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature Q and eight tiny reindeer. Beverley: He went to each station, giving nary a trouble, giving each person there a cute little tribble. Data: Spot was awakened by all of the clatter, and went to the bridge to see what was the matter. Riker: Upon seeing Q he gave out a hiss, and chased round the room Q's death as his wish. Data: The feline just mentioned, his gender in question, was found in succession, in motherly condition. Deanna: We heard Q exclaim as he flashed out of sight, Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight. { { { Warning: Do not feed the tribble. } } } |
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