A Star Trek: The Next Generation Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shipNot a circuit was buzzing, not one microchip;The phasers were hung in the arm’ry securely,In hope that no aliens would get up that early. The crewmen were nestled all snug in their bunksexcept for the few who were partying drunks;And Picard in his nightshirt, and Bev ... Read More