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‘Twas the night before Christmas, we’d set out all the cookies
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Wookies;
The X-Wings were lined up on the launch pads with care,
In hopes that merry old Rian soon would be there;
The Resistance was nestled snug in their beds;
While visions of lightsabers danced in their heads;
And Rey in my tunic, and I in my cowl,
Were snuggled up tight with nary a scowl,
When out in the night there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from her bed to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and six tiny rein-deer,
With a little director so happy and smiling,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Rian.
More rapid than Tie fighters, his helpers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Ap’lek! now, Kuruk! now Cardo and Vicrul!
On, Trudgen and Ushar!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”