December 24th, 2011

space monkeys wtf

Merry Ruttin' Christmas, everybody--have a poem.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the 'verse
Not a whisper was heard, neither blessing nor curse.
Kaylee was nestled all snug in her bed,
While dreams of new engine parts danced in her head.

Mal slept alone, and Wash with his wife,
And Jayne with a rifle, two Colts and a knife.
And all through Serenity's alcoves and rooms
Pervaded a silence as if of a tomb.

And that's when she rose from a make-believe rest
And set out to finish her fanciful quest.
Barefoot and silent the River did flow
With arms full of baubles and gifts to bestow.

For Book a new Bible, the better to pray
(All full of mistakes, but he liked it that way.)
For Wash she'd obtained a toy goose he could juggle,
For Simon more drugs that she thought they could smuggle.

To Mal she gave riddles, Inara the clues
To help them along--there was nothing to lose.
For Zoe's thick curls, a dinosaur clip;
For Jayne a new pistol with custom-made grip.

She paused for a moment outside Kaylee's door
And laid a new grav boot right there on the floor.
Then giving her gifts a last satisfied glance,
Away through the ship she did silently dance.

But Book who was praying could not quite ignore
The shadow she made as she passed by his door.
And he heard her declare ere she stole out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good flight."