‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Hey guys! Today I have a nice, Christmas themed post. I have a traditional Christmas Eve poem, but with a twist, that I think a lot of you guys will enjoy…

Also, I took pictures to go with it, so please read!

Without further ado, I present: ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas BABF Style!

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santa Sith soon would be there;

The padawans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of kyber crystals danced in their heads;
And mamma 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 bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a force-led sleigh drawing near,

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of gifts, and Santa Sith too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the driveway,
Santa Sith and the toys in his sleigh.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Santa Sith came with a bound.

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 scary!
His cheeks were like roses, he barely seemed merry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of 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 a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right dark old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, and then gave a whistle,
And away he all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND JOIN THE DARK SIDE!

Did you guys like that? Merry Christmas! It’s nearly here…