Twas the Night Before Christmas
Summary: The members of the SGC are met with a very peculiar occurance on the night before Christmas (based on the poem Twas the Night Before Christmas)
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG1 or its characters. I just like to play with them. Twas the Night Before Christmas/A Visit From Saint Nicholas belongs to Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Christmas, and through the SGC
not a creature was stirring, not a single tau'ri
The iris was hung from the stargate with care,
in hopes that the Goa'uld wouldn't be there.
SG1 were snug in their beds,
while visions of Carter danced in Jack's head.
And Frasier in the infirmary and Cassie there too
Had just settled their brains after turkey and stew
When out in the gate room arose such a clatter,
Jack sprang from his bed, "What the hell is the matter?"
Away to the control room they flew like a flash,
tore into Walter about the large crash..
The steel on the iris suddenly gave way
Jack yelled some expletives that I shouldn't say
And what flew through the Stargate,but something bazaar,
but a miniature sleigh and eight prancing jaffa.
With a little old driver, so angry and cruel,
They knew in a moment it must be a goa'uld
More rapid than eagles, his staff weapons blew,
So Hammond shouted for the aid of his crew;
"Now Carter! Now Jackson!
Now, Teal'c and O'Neill!
SG3, SG10 makes these blasted Goa'ulds yield!
To the top of the gate room!
To the top of the wall!
Now zat away! Zat away!
Zat away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the gate
the prancing and pawing of an alien mate.
As they drew in their head and looked around,
Through the Stargate came Thor with a mighty loud sound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the fluff on 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 alarge face and beady black eyes,
His attire took the SGC by surprise
He was skinny and purple, a right jolly old elf,
And they laughed when they saw him, in spite of themselves
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave SG1 no reason to dread..
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And approached the Goa'uld, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and with a great flashing light, he rose.
He sprang to the sleigh, to the Goa'uld gave a whistle,
And they evaporated, like the down of a thistle.
But they heard Thor exclaim, 'ere he flashed out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"