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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

The Official Star Wars Costumes blog will be taking a short break for Christmas. For your enjoyment, here is the classic poem “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas,” revamped for Star Wars. We’ll be back on January 2nd:

‘Twas the night before Life Day, when all Coruscant
Held quiet their fine speeders, and left from their haunts;
The baubles were hung on the wroshyr with care,
Would The Master of Ceremonies be there?
The younglings were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of sparklemint danced in their heads;
And Leia with her hair buns, and me with my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the pad there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the viewport I flew like a flash,
Slid open the shutters and accessed the cache.
The moons on the sides of the buildings so white,
Gave a shine to the city that lit up the night,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature ship and eight tiny white zeer,
With a little old driver; none could go faster,
I knew in a moment it was the Master.
More rapid than mynocks his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now Wampa! Now Jar-Jar! Now Logray and Boga!
On, Salacious! On, Mardji, On, Acklay and Jabba!
To the top of the spire! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to rooftops the coursers they flew
With a ship full of toys, and the old Master too-
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I turned off the screen, and was turning around,
Down the exhaust vent the Master came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all dirtied with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked just like a peddler, opening his pack.
His eyes – how they sparkled! His dimples, how merry!
His nose was colored like a fresh rainbow berry!
His big happy mouth on his face like a swath,
And the beard on his chin was as white as cold Hoth;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face a round little belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl of Spice-jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Helped me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And placed all the presents, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the roof vent he rose;
He sprang to his ship, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
“Happy Life Day to all, and to all a good night!”

Merry ChristmasIf you like this version, take a look at the Superhero version on our sister blog.