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Date: 2005-12-10 20:25:20

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Twas the night before Christmas when all through the Skywalker house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Lucasfilm stockings were hung by the poodo chimney with care, in hopes that supershadow would soon be there. George, Rick, Jett, Amanda and Kaitlin were nestled all snug in their beds, whill visions of Episodes VII through XII danced in their heads. With Rick in his Kerchief and I in my cap we had settled our brains for a long Tatooine sandstorm nap.
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter I sprang from my starship to see what was the matter. Away to window I flew like a Jedi in a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave a luster of midday to objects below, when what to my wondering eyes should bother but a miniature sleigh and eight bantha fodder. With a little driver so lively and quick I knew in a momen it must be Saint Mick(SS).
More rapid than wookies his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted an called his name!"Now Plo Koon! Now Mace Windu, Now Obi-Wan and Anakin! On Jak Tee! On Ki-Audi Mundi! On Qui-Gon Jinn, go Yoda fight and sting like a bee. To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away dash away, dash away all! As the boosters fire that before teh wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the housetop the coursers flew, With a Sleigh of Star Wars toys and Saint Mick, too. And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little roof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney Saint Mick came with a bound. He was dressed all in dorky fur from his head to his foot.
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundly of VII,VIII,IX,X,XI,XII toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! his cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. The stump of GL's pipe he borrowed  he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jawa jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old supershadow elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself a wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a work untill May 2020 but went straigh for Preproduction on Episode VII,VIII,IX gee isn't that funny? And filled all the stockings, then turned out the lights. When back up the chimney and flew like a kite.
And laying a finger aside of his nose and giving a nod, up the chimney rose. He sprang to his Podracer to his team gave a whistle. and away they flew like the down o fa thistle. But I heard him exclaim May the Force be with you ere he drove out of sight: and Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"