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Twas the Night Before Christmas-my fairy tale themed corruption

'Twas the ever after before Christmas, and all through the cottage,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a frog.
The boots were hung by the spindle with care,
In hopes that St. Rumplestiltskin soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their shuttles,
While visions of sugar-roast fowl danced in their feet.
And step-mother in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the spinning wheel to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
kissed open the shutters, and wished up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-once upon a time to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a beautiful dwarf and eight tiny mice

With a little old driver, so lively and ugly,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Rumplestiltskin.
More rapid than birds his mouse they came,
And he whistled, and granted, and called them by name;


"Now, Dasher! Now, The King! Now, Goblet and Vixen!
On, Queen! On Donkey! On, Locket and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the princess!
Now kiss away! Kiss away! Kiss away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the spindle St. Rumplestiltskin came with a bound.

His eyes -- how they danced! His dimples, how handsome!
His fingers were like princessess, his locks like a raspberry!

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the boots, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his heart aside of his neck,
And giving a nod, up the spindle he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a poof,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good ever after!"

-- "'Twas the Night Before Christmas," corrupted and abridged.

The link is not working (at least not now)


It sounds (or reads like) a "Mad Libs" kind of thing, am I right?

Yes Swede- will check link too, meanwhile here is a start trek version-not from the link.....My Bad this is the right one http://www.rinkworks.com/crazylibs/c/c11.shtml
Twas a Star Trek Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas on the Enterprise-D,
On a routine short hop to Starbase 03,
With Data on duty in the command chair,
At Warp 6, the Enterprise soon would be there.

Just for something to do while the other crew slept,
He scanned where historical records were kept --
And with a blink of his eye and a cock of his head,
"Intriguing! Tomorrow is Christmas!" he said.

But no one was stirring, and he sought to find why,
And so he buzzed Geordi, who awoke with a sigh:
"Christmas? It's only an old holiday --
Now just let me get back to sleep, okay?"

"But is to wish Merry Christmas not human to do?"
And so Data wished it -- to the whole ship and crew.
Everyone on the Enterprise awoke from this clatter --
Picard rushed to the bridge to see what was the matter.

"What is the meaning of this noise, Mister Data?"
"Sir, is it not Christmas--?" "We'll discuss it much later!"

Just then Worf said, "Captain -- a Klingon Prey Bird!
Its hull has been damaged -- it's uncloaking, sir."
"On screen," said Picard, as the Klingon ship hailed:
"Federation vessel, our Life Support systems have failed!

A strange ship attacked us, inflicting the worst,
(though naturally, of course, we'd fired on it first)."

The Klingons beamed over, and the senior staff met,
To try and determine the source of the threat.
Said Picard, "Mister Data, an assignment for you:
Give all of these Klingons something to do!
They think it's the Romulans we should look for,
Get them all off the bridge, before there's a war!"

So Data departed, while the rest of the crew
Wondered: Romulans? Ferengi? If not them, then who?

Said Worf, "Sir -- disturbance on Holodeck Three!"
The entire bridge crew ran down there to see.
Roared Picard, "Mister Data, what the devil is this!!"
"Sir, I have taught the Klingons how to celebrate Christmas."

And so there they were -- on holodecks 3, 4 and 5
With synthohol, singing and Rokeg Blood Pie!
Soon the Big E was rocking with holiday cheer
Friend,foe, and family came from both far and near.

The Romulans showed up with some Romulan Ale,
The Ferengi brought goodies for free -- not for sale!
But a strange ship was coming, the captain was told,
With one crew member only, and a huge cargo hold.

Said the Klingons, "It's the strange ship that fought us -- attack!"
Said Picard, "On Christmas? -- Mister Worf, just hold back."
And then as the ship came into view,
Onscreen came its captain -- none other than Q!

He wore a white beard and a suit of deep red...
"Joyeux Noel, mon captain," was what Santa Q said.
"Tell those Klingons next time to not go so berserk.
You need good defense systems in this line of work.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be warping away...
Did you think anyone else could do this job in one day?"

"I'm sensing emotion," said Counselor Troi,
"Peace in the galaxy, Good Will and Joy."
And they stood on the bridge and watched Q take flight,
shouting,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the second before Christmas, and all through the hut,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a platypus.
The pairs of pants were hung by the loveseat with care,
In hopes that St. Darleen soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their chimneys,
While visions of sugar-corndogs danced in their biceps.
And mother in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the refrigerator to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
washed open the shutters, and ate up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-month to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a mushy wig, and eight tiny turtles.

With a little old driver, so lively and embarrassing,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Darleen.
More rapid than vultures his turtles they came,
And he whistled, and juggled, and called them by name;


"Now, Dasher! Now, Al! Now, Bottle Cap and Vixen!
On, Codger! On Giraffe! On, Sock and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the filing cabinet!
Now bathe away! Bathe away! Bathe away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the loveseat St. Darleen came with a bound.

His eyes -- how they waddled! His dimples, how scaly!
His belly buttons were like waffles, his nostril like a coconut!

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the pairs of pants, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his earlobe aside of his toenail,
And giving a nod, up the loveseat he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a snort,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good second!"

-- "'Twas the Night Before Christmas," corrupted and abridged.