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Imperial Officers' Club
by
Ian Brazee-Cannon
It was the night before Christmas And all through the ship The Imperials settled in For a nice relaxing trip |
Tarkin and Dalaa Were getting ready for bed The old guy was happy Nothing more need be said |
Veers chased a mouse droid His intentions quite clear The poor little fellow Squeaked loudly in fear |
Thrawn Patiently waited As his pet fell asleep So he would finally be able To clean out its teeth |
Piett on the bridge Did not trust his eyes Something was there That should not be in the skies |
A heavy set man in red With a jolly old face Being pulled by two taun tauns Through the cold void of space |
The Emperor Sensed That San-Ta was near From his old enemy He had much to fear |
To help him deal With this dire situation Palpatine awoke Vader From deep meditation |
In through an exhaust port San-Ta did squeeze He knew finding his target Would not be a breeze |
The old Jedi master Moved calmly and quick But Vader was ready For this obvious trick |
"We meet at last," Vader said His voice hard and cold. "You are San-Ta Claus, A great warrior I am told" |
With a flip of a switch San-Ta was ready to fight The two foes would battle Long into the night |
Resting alone Motti Heard all the clatter He rushed from his bed To learn what was the matter |
As Motti entered the corridor He regretted he had Knowing right away This could only end bad |
Motti ducked for his life Feeling heat on his head Yet something still got him He soon would be dead |
San-Ta suddenly realized The time was getting late "Darn, I must go now, This battle must wait." |
Vader's Lightsaber swung But it only hit air The Dark Lord was puzzled San-Ta was no longer there |
Into the darkness San-Ta faded from site He had much to do On this holiday night |
Thrawn- That was pointless, Even for this series Piett- Does everything still have To Rhyme? Vader- No more rhymes |
Thrawn- What did any of this have to do with Christmas? Piett- The guy in red was christmasy Thrawn- Let's just go to the party Piett- Party? Good, I need a drink |
Piett- Shouldn't we say 'Merry Christmas' or something like that? Thrawn- No, everyone does that. We'll just walk away |
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