'Twas the Star Trek Night Before Christmas

    Data: 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
            not a creature was stirring for Spot ate the mouse.

    Worf: The chocolate was set on the table with care, in hopes that
                        Deanna soon would be there.

     Geordi: The children were nuzzled all snug in their bed, while
                visions of warp coils danced in their heads.

    Picard: I in my kerchief and Bev in her nightie, had just settled
                      down for a long ships goodnight.

       Riker: When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a
                    miniature Q and eight tiny reindeer.

    Beverley: He went to each station, giving nary a trouble, giving
                each person there a cute little tribble.

     Data: Spot was awakened by all of the clatter, and went to the
                     bridge to see what was the matter.

   Riker: Upon seeing Q he gave out a hiss, and chased round the room
                           Q's death as his wish.

   Data: The feline just mentioned, his gender in question, was found
                   in succession, in motherly condition.

      Deanna: We heard Q exclaim as he flashed out of sight, Merry
                  Christmas to all and to all a goodnight.

                (((Warning: Do not feed the tribble.)))