'Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
except for a mouse,
with keyboard and modem,
she typed through the night,
hoping that morning would make it come right,
with Harry to wrap up, and Tom on a spree,
the slash-sibs were playing, down in Hawai-ee

there's some with the trios,
and some who do pairs,
(and there's some come with ketchup,
on mountains and stairs) <don't ask>,
and off in the corner, there's one who does sheep
(though we try not to admit to the thrill of the leap
of faith that's required to see our duo with ovines,
at least it hasn't yet been hippos or bovines) <though there was that one story...>

We've seen them all come
(both as top and as bottom)
and B'Elanna and 'Kotay have not been forgotten
(though Janeway and Tuvok get a deal that is rotten,)
And even Ayalla has managed some sex,
*And we've discovered that Tom's toes can flex,
in a way most surprising to Harry (and I)
There's Harry as Master, or Thomas as meanie
(though far as I know no-one's yet done drag-queenie...?) <Except for that Marilyn Kim interlude>
and then there's been holodecks,
Caves, Jefferies tubes,
and all acts performed with plenty of lube...<deep breath>

So ready your pens, and lay on the drink,
for there's nowt more I like than to sip as I think
of your tales new and old
and write stories with plenty
of angsting and fucking and things unexpected,
(like Tom with a baby, or Harry be-spectered ),
And as I wind down <I heard that sigh of relief>
with the fading of light,
I wish you all Merry Christmas,
and to all, a Good Night.

     © Temaris 1998

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