Here's a little something inspired by... Well, you can tell.
Enjoy! And may Santa bring you exactly what you want this year!

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Coruscant
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Hutt.

The stockings were hung by the replicator with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The padawans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of lightsabers danced in their heads.

And Yoda in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the spaceport there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Punched in the code and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the landing stage
Gave the lustre of metal to objects in range.

When, what could my wondering eyes not avoid
But a miniature speeder, and eight tiny droids.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than podracers his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

"Now, R2! now, CZ! now, JN and IT!
On, L8! on FX! on, PK and SP!
To the top of the ramp! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As detritus that before the Living Force fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the tower the coursers they flew,
With the speeder full of presents, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the Temple near
The beeping and clanging of each little gear.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Through the sliding door St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with oil and soot.
A very large bag 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 beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Shoved me in his bag, then closed it with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose
His droids filled their bags, and tied them with bows.

The gag in my mouth was held tight in my teeth,
And the bag it encircled my body like a wreath.
So I waited with impatience, my brethren and I,
To see where our fate would bring us, and why.

Soon I was dropped down a chimney, like some mere toy.
Then the bag was flung open, and I heard a shout of joy.
A lady looked upon me, her eyes filled with delight.
And in her scanty nightgown, she presented quite a sight.

Perhaps this kidnapping wasn't so bad after all.
A Jedi helps others, and here I was called.
I smiled up at her, then glanced to my right,
And there was St. Nicholas, just leaving my sight.

He sprang to his speeder, to his team gave a shock,
And away they all flew like a group of mynocks
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,


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