Title: Twas the Night Before Christmas
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Description: The classic poem gets a Primeval Twist
Pairing/Characters: Becker/Jess
Disclaimer: I don't own the Visit with St. Nicholas (Twas the Night) poem, or Primeval or Becker and Jess. This is for Christmas cheer
Author's Note: Thanks to my brother for the idea to twist the poem, Primeval style, and of course, to Clement C. Moore for writing the original classic.
Twas the Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ARC
Not a creature was stirring, not even a prehistoric lark;
The stockings were hung by the ADD with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there;
The dictodons were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
Jess sat in her short skirt , and I polished a gun,
As we settled ourselves for a long shift's run,
When out of the peace the ADD made such a clatter,
We sprang from the hub to see what was the matter.
Through the arc we both ran like a flash,
Jess kept her high heels but she lost her sash.
We found the anomaly, through it blew snow
Dusting the ARC staffers and objects below,
When suddenly my wondering ears heard roars,
And saw a sleigh pulled by eight pterosaurs ,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
'Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
Through time, to the future and to the past
Now dash away! dash away! dash away fast'
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So all through ARC, the coursers they flew,
Giving gifts to the staffers, and the creatures too.
And then, in a twinkling, back they sped
Through the ARC we followed as they led.
I took Jess' hand and to the ADD we bound,
Standing there waiting, St Nicholas we found,
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and there were claw marks aplenty on his clothes and each boot,.
A bundle of presents he had on his back,
As he grinned at Jess I wanted to smack.
But then he looked at me with a grin,
And I remembered this was Santa, prince among men!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a nod towards Jess,
Soon gave me the courage to give her a kiss.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
and laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up through the ceiling he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove through the ball of light,
'Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.