Christmas on the Flying Pirate Ship “Orcus” 2015
I had settled under my blankets,
cuddled warm in my bed.
Alone and quiet, rum gone to my head,
Crew sent given them all a four-day pass
I did not want them working this weekend
and be all grumpy and crass
When suddenly (made me jump like I was scared)
Lights came on,
and alarms loudly blared,
Cannon raised and tracked ahead
Shields came online
as I leaped out of bed
when the holo-map was no longer dim
A target was tracking.
Small as can be
I didn’t need the computer to ID him
and I knew at once that old elf had found me
I thought while I pulled on my boot
“OMYGAWD, all weapons will shoot!”
(I knew that if even close, they’d render Christmas moot)
away to the command center I did sprint
With a shoe in one hand I tripped over the sweeper
While I lay on the floor a voice was heard as it said
“On my friends, he’s above forty-thousand meter!”
“To the roof, to the pad, he has it out and I am glad!
Donner and Vixen, Comet and Blitzen!
Dasher to your namesake
On to the ship, give me no lip
Cupid and Rudy you have a duty
Get me there! Come on team
We have to finish this in sky it does seem.”
Suddenly realizing, I left the Rose Suchuck Ladder outside the hallsl
I raced down the stairs to rescue any falls
I knew it was trouble when I heard Santa yell
I skidded to a halt in spilled magic glitter.
The reindeer snickered,
and all were atwitter.
I had an urge to run and flee
When I saw
Santa was down on one knee
he fussed and he cussed
Then rubbing his shin he went straight to his work
Entered through the lock and turned with a jerk
A tree he pulled out of his sack
Was a gift from some kid named Charley
Who used to live out back
Small it was,
all bent to the floor
then the Old Red Coated elf
pulled out a box and put it by the door
The tree stood a bit higher
I began to laugh
This Charley Brown tree was a liar
I recognized by the needles for leaves
This was an Immortal Tree according to scans
not just a tree
it is a
The next box that Santa pulled out and put at the stand
Was black with a red ribbon
about the size of my hand
The next was a beauty of glittering hue
More came out
The pile grew faster still (It was a lot)
I didn’t know I had this many friends
As the pile grew tall
the computer came on and a blinking light lit and I spied
That the ship complained
As it listed to one side
Before he was done
His back did ache
I went to the Orca’s galley
and began to make.
Rum I made, spiced and hot
This old boy was not getting out
without hitting the pot.
Two of us drank further into the night
Santa’s nose lit up
Even Rudolf’s was not as bright
With a hearty “HO Ho hO”
Now he was a really jolly old elf
then said he had to go.
Stopping with a moment
The white-beard turned back
Put down his bag
Opened his sack
To the King he handed
a magical thing
Looked like a box
With a heavy steel ring
I blinked one time
I wondered what this was for
What kind of crime?
What was the score?r
“It’s a treasure chest, it swells to hold
All the love from your friends I have been told”
The Old Elf laughed and left with his nose in full shine
A wee bit wobbly with a singing line.
“On Prancer, on Vixen, On Comet –don’t be stupid– Dasher and Dancer, Rudy And Chester! Donner and Blitzen get to Getzin!”
“Good night to Pirates anywhere they be!”
I stood and watched him fly away.
Most of all…
I wish Merry Christmas From me.
Dash McCallen MICP