Twas The Night Before Christmas   
       through the eyes of a Paris fan

by Phyllis Sutherland
December 1999

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through Sandrines
     The Feverites were all busy discussing fanzines
Mistletoe was hung from the rafters with care
     In hopes that Tom Paris soon would be there
The sleepy women  all dreamed of their beds,
     While visions of chest hair danced in their heads;
And Senior on her go-cart, held a clone on her lap
     While Junior was tired and settled down for a  nap,
Out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter
     Court sprang from her chair to see what was the matter
Away to the doorway Voy flew like a flash,
     It was only Flex tripping over the trash
The soup on the chest of the now fallen Flex
     Brought gales of laughter from Attila and Tex
Then, what to my wandering eyes should appear,
     But a miniature sleigh filled with root beer.
Pulled by someone wearing clothes bright and gay
     And we knew St. Neelix had come to play
More rapid than eagles the Feverites came,
     And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Patti! Now, Ronda! Now, Fever and Annie!
     Go, AuntJam! Go TrekGirl! Go, DocJan and Freaky!
The party's begun! Grab a clone from the hall!
     Now, dance away! Dance away! Dance away all!"
Their hearts beat as fast as the hurricane flies,
     When they meet the gaze from a pair of blue eyes,
So on to the dance floor the Feverites flew,
     Bashful smiled, we had B'Elanna clones too.
Then, in a whirlwind, we were all carried away
     With dancing and singing, enjoying the day'
As I pushed back my chair, and was turning around,
     Through the front door, Tom Paris came with a bound
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his toe,
     And his chest hair was exposed making eyes glow;
In one lightning move he was flung on his back,
     Springing like a cat Senior made her attack.
Her eyes -- how they twinkled! her chuckle how merry!
     She spread on the chocolate, added a cherry
Muffled his cries with a scarf tied in a bow,
     As our Helmboy's face paled, turning white as snow.
Now a pair of handcuffs soon held his hands tight,
     Blue eyes begged for help but none was in sight
The gal Feverites were now forming a line
     They laughed as he shook, they were ready to dine.
Chocolate now covered him, two inches thick
     And I drooled when I saw him, all ready to lick;
A flash of his eye and a twist of his head,
     His gaze found the person he knew we should dread
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
     Scattered the onlookers; then turned with a jerk,
And using her bat'leth to sever his chains,
     Growling at Senior about chocolate stains
He sprang to his feet, as we all gave a whistle,
     And away they both flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, ere she faded from sight,
     "Happy Christmas to all, but he's mine for the night!"

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Special thanks for Sister Mary Data for letting me use this wonderful picture!