Twas
the night before Christmas, when all throughout Endor
Not a
creature was stirring, not even Lando.
The X-wings were tucked in
the hangars with care,
In hopes that Darth Vader soon would be
there.
The Rebels were nestled all snug in their beds,
While
visions of Stormtroopers shot through their heads.
Her
Highnessness in her 'kerchief, and I with my ship,
Had just
settled down with some toast and cheese dip.
When out in the
forest there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see
what was the matter.
Away to the view port I flew like a
flash,
Tore open the blast door with a really loud crash.
Two
moons on the glint of ten-year-old snow
Gave the luster of
Tatooine to objects below.
When, what should appear, like great
soaring hawks
But a miniature Star Destroyer, and eight tiny
Ewoks.
Fire was leaping out from the hearth,
I knew in a
moment it must be ol' Darth.
More rapid than eagles his Ewoks they
came,
And he breathed, and he wheezed, and called them by
name!
"Now Yoda! now, Leia! now, Luke and Lando!
On,
Chewie! On, Palpatine, on R2 and 3PO!
To the top of the shield
generator! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash
away all!"
As Y-wings that before the Death Star
fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up
to the Rebel Base the Ewoks they flew,
With the Star Destroyer
full of weapons, and Darth Vader, too.
Then I heard on the
roof, and listened with awe
The scraping and writhing of each
little paw.
As I drew in my head, and stood still at a
stand,
Through the blast door Darth Vader came with command.
He
was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
So no one
could notice the ashes and soot.
A bundle of weapons he had flung
on his back,
And he looked like a bounty hunter, just opening his
pack.
His eyes-how they scowled! His dimples, (dimples?
Where?)
His cheeks were like tin foil, his nose wasn't there!
His
little thing for breathing was drawn up in a smile,
He did not
mind coughing and wheezing the while.
The stump of a
light-saber he held tight in his teeth,
And the light it encircled
his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and buttons on his
belly,
They blinked when he laughed, and he wasn't too smelly.
He
was strong and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I
saw him, (Darth Vader, an elf?)
A flick of his lightsaber and a
nod of his head,
Even from this Sith lord, I had nothing to
dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And
filled all the X-Wings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his
finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, through the ceiling he
rose!
He sprang to his Star Destroyer, to his team gave a
wheeze,
And away they all flew like a vile swarm of bees
But I
heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas
to all, and to all a good-night!"