With apologies to Clement C. Moore
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the boat
Not a person was stirring, not even a ‘coat
The stockings were hung by the engine with care
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there
The Tams were tucked up asleep in their beds
While visions of hodgeberries danced in their heads
And Mal in his bonnet and Jayne in his hat
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap
When up on the bridge there arose such a clatter
That Wash lept from his bed to see what was the matter
He ran to his chair and flicked all three switches
Checked out the cortex and did up his britches.
The stars were obscured but the engine did glow
And lit up the scene both above and below
There, what to his wondering eyes should appear
But a fleet of guild shuttles, all drifting quite near.
With eyes wide in wonder and grabbing the stick,
Wash called up the cap’n and Zoe real quick,
Serenity slowed and crew to the bridge came,
Jayne whistled, Kaylee grinned, ‘Nara called them by name!
Ooo! Rachel, and Tina, and Cory and Stephen!
There’s Rowan and Tara, Joe, Amy and Karen!
To the airlocks! To the cargo bay! Open the door!
Now wake up the preacher! We need victuals and more!
With the grace of companions the shuttles drew nigh,
And the crew with great care brought the travellers inside,
So up to the dinning-room the revellers all went,
With strawberries and rosemary the guild-house had sent.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard down the hall,
A prancing and dancing of someone not tall,
As they came to the table and gathered around,
In danced River, hair flying, with a skip and a bound.
Simon came next, shirtless and barefoot,
And his hair was all tousled, though not bad as Book’s,
The preacher had whipped up a veritable feast,
Mystery soup, protein cake and something from yeast.
Their eyes – how they twinkled! Their tummies did rumble!
They fell to their feasting while Book prayed a mumble.
Jokes flew, stories shared, eyes beckoned, hands wandered,
Where would this all end, in whose bed!? Kaylee pondered.
Zoe reclined, wrapped in Wash’s strong arm,
The warrior woman in a place safe from harm.
Mal quizzed Tina on bibles and broke out the best booze,
He drank to his memories, then accidentally snoozed
Jayne poured out the Blue Sun and passed to the left,
Leaving Mal, on his right, feeling somewhat bereft,
Simon swigged from the bottle and fell to the ground,
River stood on the railing, while Kaylee spun round,
In a dress all of ruffles, she knelt by Simon’s side,
And whispered suggestions of where they could hide.
The guild members smiled secrets, and elegant pleasures,
The crew chose companions after taking their measure.
Inara stood up with a glass in her hand,
And called upon all of the company to stand.
“A toast!” She proclaimed, “To the Browncoat’s great might,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!”
Mim's Muddle 
That is a thing of beauty Mim!I’m going to have to print it out and put it next to my tree!!Chocky would have loved it too babe!luvs nix
That’s staggeringly well written. Thanks so much… we Browncoats just keep going don’t we. Thanks again.
Thanks for that, Mim! And merry gorram christmas. Good luck on the weight loss, too. I’m right there with you.
Wonderful poem, Mim. There was a link posted to it at Whedonesque. The thought of the crew meeting a companion fleet at Christmas seems perfect! That’s what most of them desperately need! 🙂 Cheers.
Love it! Thanks for taking the time from your sure to be busy schedule and sharing it with the “Whedonverse”!And keep with the losing of weight thing! I am 20 kilos and counting myself:)Beans
aaahhhh!!! That was so nice.
Wow. Nicely done. Encore, encore!!
Thanks for this, Mim – well done! It put a big grin on my face this morning, thanks to nixygirl posting it on WHEDONesque!Happy Holiday wishes to you and your crew!
Thank you SO much!!! I love to link my favorite ship and my favorite holiday together.
That was so cool! Thanks for posting it (I found it via Whedonesque)… can I read it on my podcast (Strangely Literal)? http://www.strangelyliteral.com
Thanks everyone for the lovely comments 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it!supcomtabz – Yeah, go for it, poetry should be read aloud 😉
Thanks so much for letting me post this at fireflyholidays!It was so gorram adorable! Just perfect for this week!-squish
I came to this via fireflyholidays – it’s just great!! I love your rhymes :)- Bookaddict43@livejournal.com
Thanks for this wonderful version of a Christmas song. I just have to post it on my LJ.
The episode of Strangely Literal is up with your poem. I hope you enjoy!StrangelyLiteral.comLove,Tabz
Well, as long as we are, ahem, “modifying” the classic carols, allow me to present “The Oregon Rain Carol”, sung to the tune of “God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen””God rust ye OregoniansLet no sun come your way.Keep praying to the gods of Rain:Bring clouds here evr’y day.To save us all from skin cancerWe need those skies of gray,(Refrain)Oh, Tidings of drizzle and of rainDrizzle and rainOh Tidings of drizzle and of rainWritten while on a lonely Christmas Day midnight patrol in the holiday-lit suburbs of Portland, Oregon, USA in the Year of Our Lord 1985.
This is for you!http://pics.livejournal.com/sl_podcast/pic/0000e2dq
I’m Jewish and I think that poem is gorram shiny!!!
That is awesome! Nice job! (Saw it linked at Liz' blog.)
This is fantastic!Stopping by from Liz's blog and deeply impressed!
I'm going to share this on Facebook to make sure my husband and his nerd friends get to see this and appreciate it, Mim!!