Kevin G. J. Freels, 1996
'Twas the night before Christmas And all through B-Five, We were all stuggling To keep our best hope alive. The fighters were hung In the hangers with care, In case any Shadows Appeared from thin air. The Aliens were hiding All scared in their quarters, While visions of holocaust Raced 'cross their borders. With Susan and Michael, And I in C-N-C, We had to keep lookout For trouble, you see. When right out of space dock, There arose a commotion, I sprang from my console To set Security in motion. Away to the docks I ran quite abrupt, My PPG loaded And fully charged up. When what do my wondering Eyes look upon? One of the Vorlons, Encounter suit on. I suddenly thought of My father, by Gosh! I knew in a minute It had to be Kosh. He was dressed in his helmet, With flowing dark robes, And looked like he filled up With several small strobes. His "eye" -- how it twinkled! His shoulders -- so strong! And how does he hover For so very long? More distant than galaxies, His simple voice came. We heard all the windchimes As he called us by name: "On Sheridan! On Susan! On Delenn and Lennier! On Michael! On Marcus! You've always been here!". "To the edge of the stars The Shadows will call. Now run away! Run Away! Run away all!" And then, in a twinking, In my mind did appear, All of my friends Looking quite queer! All of them asking, "Do you know who you are?" They seemed to talking From near and from far. And there was my father, "Dad, why are you here?", I asked. But he answered, "Listen and hear!". The room was then filled With such music and lights! It really unnerved me, And gave me the frights! I stood there and listened, As was my duty. And then said the Vorlon, "A moment of Beauty." Then a wink of his "eye", And a twist of his head. Soon gave me to realize I don't know just what he said! He spoke no more words, Just whistles and chimes. I hate when he does that! (It bugs me at times!). Into his ship He disappeared fast, And out through the space doors He left in a blast! The others said, "What Did he say to you?". To which I replied, "I haven't a clue!"
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