Discalimer: Nope, they aren't mine.

My apologies to Clement Clark Moore.

(A parody of The Night Before Christmas)


'Twas the night after the party and all through the base
Not a ranger was stirring, not one showed their face.
The glasses were left on the tables with care,
Next to the bottles of Tylenol still standing there;

Most of them snuggled deep down in their beds,
While visions of karaoke danced in their heads.
And my friend in her PJ's and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a well deserved nap.

When from downstairs there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Grabbing my morpher I flew to the stairs,
To see what the trouble was down there.

The room was a mess, as far as I could tell,
With pizza boxes and cups over flowing in the pail.
When what to my tortured eyes should I see?
But my rangers, laughing and shouting with glee.

They sat round the table, one on each chair,
With curlers and rollers and gel in their hair.
Their nightclothes were wrinkled-yet color coded each,
As they happily munched on my fruit basket, and ate the last peach!

I wanted to scream, and jump and shout
But my voice it was stuck and it wouldn't come out.
I silently stood and watched the one dressed in blue,
He picked up my basket, and to the door he flew.

"We'll hide it behind here," I heard him say,
"But he'll find it, and he'll make us pay!"
The ranger nodded, the wheels in his head turning,
As my anger grew stronger, deep inside it was burning.

He ran to the closet and threw the empty basket inside,
"He'll never find it there; it's the perfect place to hide!"
I shut my eyes tight and wished them all away,
But when I looked again, they were still there, not run over by a sleigh.

The pink ranger turned, her laugh dying out and her smile fading fast,
She spotted me and the others looked at last.
I stood there plotting with my hands on my hips
And a venomous sermon on the edge of my lips.

My anger was great - that much they all knew.
Not one of them smiled, not one of that sorry, thieving crew!
I shook my head as the pink ranger rose, with an excuse, no doubt!
But I wasn't willing to listen and began to shout.

The rangers they cringed, their faces all fell
As I told them all off and almost wished them to hell.
They slowly walked passed me, one at a time.
Each one with a mumbled apology, well, "here's your dime!"

I watched them go then smiled evilly to myself.
They hadn't found the second basket, the one hidden behind the second shelf!
I swept across the room, like a thief in the night I flew,
I grabbed that basket and my joy it grew!

"That's the last time I leave my stuff out all night,"
I mumbled to a peach when they were fully out of sight.

The following morning the group they all met,
They assembled outside my office to repay their debt.
The pink ranger had been baking; the yellow had bought jam,
And the green ranger had some butter that he got from his mam.

The blue ranger approached, his eyes twinkling, surely a trick of the light.
But "I saw that second basket," he whispered with delight.
My mouth it fell open, my face it turned red as my shirt.
He bit into a peach and gave his head a small jerk.

"I don't know about you" he said with a sly smile,
"But I rather like running the mile!"
I shook my head and headed for the track,
Cursing as the other rangers snickered behind my back.

Better to let them see me suffer now,
Than to face the wrath of our leader later and feel like a cow.
Fortunately for me, I'd learned my lesson for the day,
Sharing is caring, and selfishness doesn't pay.


Umm...yeah. It didn't turn out quite like I had planned. (Anyone know which set of ranger's it was about?) See that little purple button? Review! Flames will be used to reheat my hot coco. ;)