Disclaimer: Millions of apologies to Clement Clark Moore, author of "A Visit From St. Nicholas." The Thunderbirds were created by Gerry Anderson, r.i.p., and belong to his heirs or whoever bought the rights to them after that. No money is made from this story, it's purely written for the enjoyment of TB fans. Enjoy!

TBTBTB

Twas the night before Christmas,

When all through the villa,

Scott yelled at Gordon,

"I'm soon gonna killya!"

The stockings were hung,

On the palm trees with care,

Hoping Thunderbird 2

Wouldn't go flying through there.

Only Grandma was snuggled

All warm in her bed.

Dreaming of Santa,

The jolly elf all in red.

Now out by the pool

There arose such a fuss

Virg wanted to throw Gordo

Right under a bus!

I looked out the window

When to my surprise,

John stood there sporting

Two shiny black eyes!

Virg is high from the egg nog,

And Scott's on a tear,

Only Tin-Tin and Alan,

Were a most happy pair.

Kyrano went with decaf,

To calm them all down,

Tripped over Virgil,

And looked like a clown.

The moon shone down brightly

Glimmered on waves in the pool,

Jeff's hangover made him look

Exactly as an old ghoul.

When lo and behold,

What on earth did I spy?

It was a vision, oh yes,

A rocket and chubby ole guy.

He was dressed all in red,

Sported a snowy white beard

Looking at his GPS

Over bifocals he peered.

Flying low over the patio,

He asked for directions,

"This island's not on my map,

Where's the good peoples' sections?"

He only bring presents

To those he does know,

Are like you, gentle reader,

Wanting to play in the snow.

A red Speedo he wore,

All covered in soot,

But I have to admit it,

He was kind of cute!

Not believing my eyes,

I asked him to dinner,

He said "I've gotta lose weight,

To be a big winner!"

He sauntered into the lounge

With a sackful of stuff

Sighing, "When will it ever

Be more than enough?"

Grandma came down quickly,

She'd heard all the noise,

Got dressed and then muttered,

"Good grief, crazy boys!"

"I'll bake them no pies,

I'll bake them no bread,

Maybe then I can get some sleep

Without earplugs in my head!"

Just then a noise started beeping,

A picture's eyes blinked as well,

A fine rhythm they were keeping,

Of new danger did they tell.

There quickly appeared,

Brains' dear little face,

Yelling, "Earthquake in Kansas,

Get over to that place!"

"On One and On Two,"

Jeff's loud voice did shout,

"Thunderbirds are go!

Hurry up and move out!"

And so passed a Christmas

At the Tracy Island Base,

Life's always lived here,

At a very fast pace.

As Santa left in his rocket,

He cried over the noise,

I love all you folks,

Men in blue are good boys!