Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the base
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Luggabeast.
The blasters were hung by the exhaust port with care,
In hopes that Darth Vader soon would be there.
The troopers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums were force placed in their heads.
And the gunner in his helmet 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 my bunk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Rebel Scum! Attacking the base!
++END OF MESSAGE++
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