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Originally posted by FlatTop:
'Twas the night before Christmas and all 'round the ship,
Not an Alliance patrol was stirring, we'd given them the slip.
Certain cargo was hidden beneath the stairway with care,
In the hopes that the passengers wouldn't look there.

The crew were nestled all snug in their bunks,
while visions of 'real' food was mostly what they thunk,
Inara in her kerchief, and Jayne in his hat,
had just settled down for a long en-route nap.

When up on the bridge there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bunk to see what was the matter.

Away to the scanners I flew like a flash,
Swiped away all the dinosaurs and spilled some tea with a splash.

The glow of the engines that Kaylee loved so,
gave the lustre of mid-day to the object below.

When what to my wondering eyes should a appear,
But a miniature transport with room for eight prisoners in the rear.

With a little old captain so lively and squirrely
I knew in a moment it must be J. Early.
More rapid than full burn his transport it came,
And he whistled, and mumbled, and called us by name:
"Now River, now Simon, now Jayne and Kaylee,
On Book, and Inara and Wash and Zoe!"

?? More to follow??

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