NOTE: I apologize to my fellow Trekkies - the rhyming is not up to spec, which is not my usual standard of poetry

NOTE: I apologize to my fellow Trekkies - the rhyming is not up to spec, which is not my usual standard of poetry.

'Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the ship

Nothing was stirring

Not even a blip

The Doctor was offline

Seven in her alcove

Everything was fine

Just as Janeway had hoped

When the air began to twinkle

And in a column of light

The Grinch beamed aboard

He was a nasty old sight

He wore a biometric dampener

To slience the alarms

No "INTRUDER ALERT"

Such were his techno-charms

Down the corridors he crept

To Holodeck One

When he saw the replicated booty

He thought "this will be fun"

He gathered it all up

With a transporter enhancer

Never had the Delta Quadrant

Seen such a nasty little prancer

He beamed off with the lot

I'm sorry to say

And kicked into warp

Without any delay

In her alcove stirred Seven

Sensing something was amiss

Shaken out of regeneration

Dreams of Chakotay and bliss

She saw the crime proper

Her eyes became wide

"Seven of Nine to security!"

The voluptuous Borg cried

In reponse to her distress

Tuvok swept through the doors

The tall handsome Vulcan

Calmer than all

A while later on the bridge

The senior crew all did gather

Most frantic to discover

The heart of the matter

"The Grinch got away!"

Chakotay did cry

Said Janeway "My dead body!"

"Mister Paris, warp nine!"

On injectors, on warp core, on ICS thrusters!

On variable geometry warp nacelle systems!

On navigational deflectors and sensor array!

Voyager shall reclaim her glory this day!

The ship took off like a bat out of hell

On the Grinch's decaying warp ion trail

An hour did pass then Kim said "At last!"

"Bearing zero one two and we're coming up fast!"

"Take us out of warp," Janeway said "and tread lightly!

If the Grinch knows we're here he'll be ever so sprightly.

Mister Tuvok, raise shields, arm weapons, stand by!

We'll teach that green rascal not to bleed our ship dry."

Slowly, from the nebula in which he had nested

Came The Grinch's beat-up warp-capable vessel

He trailed hot gases from his warp nacelles

As he circled the very people he had bested.

"Hailing frequencies," ordered Janeway

"Let's spoil his Christmas Day!"

And Grinch appeared on the jumbo viewscreen.

"Give back our crew's stuff, don't be so mean"

But all Grinchie gave her was a nasty green grin.

"Bugger off, woman, if you value your skin.

I've got plans for this stuff, they involve the Who homeworld

Their Yuletide cheer is about to go cold."

"Captain," said Tuvok, "I've detected a bomb,

It's set to go off at 0901

If the Who folk do not act, they will surely perish

We must help them, The Prime Directive demands it."

Voyager raced to the planet of Who

And Harry Kim scanned for the big bomb of doom

With seconds to spare, it was beamed into space

Thus Voyager saved the entire Who race.

They set off for home, their mission achieved

Through without their presents, some were sorely grieved.

But the Grinch, did he get away as fast as he was able?

Perhaps, but there was a strange dish Neelix brought to the table.