Twas the night before Christmas, when all throughout Endor
Not a creature was stirring, not even Lando.
The X-wings were tucked in the hangars with care,
In hopes that Darth Vader soon would be there.

The Rebels were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Stormtroopers shot through their heads.
Her Highnessness in her 'kerchief, and I with my ship,
Had just settled down with some toast and cheese dip.

When out in the forest there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the view port I flew like a flash,
Tore open the blast door with a really loud crash.

Two moons on the glint of ten-year-old snow
Gave the luster of Tatooine to objects below.
When, what should appear, like great soaring hawks
But a miniature Star Destroyer, and eight tiny Ewoks.

Fire was leaping out from the hearth,
I knew in a moment it must be ol' Darth.
More rapid than eagles his Ewoks they came,
And he breathed, and he wheezed, and called them by name!

"Now Yoda! now, Leia! now, Luke and Lando!
On, Chewie! On, Palpatine, on R2 and 3PO!
To the top of the shield generator! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As Y-wings that before the Death Star fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the Rebel Base the Ewoks they flew,
With the Star Destroyer full of weapons, and Darth Vader, too.

Then I heard on the roof, and listened with awe
The scraping and writhing of each little paw.
As I drew in my head, and stood still at a stand,
Through the blast door Darth Vader came with command.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,
So no one could notice the ashes and soot.
A bundle of weapons he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a bounty hunter, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they scowled! His dimples, (dimples? Where?)
His cheeks were like tin foil, his nose wasn't there!
His little thing for breathing was drawn up in a smile,
He did not mind coughing and wheezing the while.

The stump of a light-saber he held tight in his teeth,
And the light it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and buttons on his belly,
They blinked when he laughed, and he wasn't too smelly.

He was strong and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, (Darth Vader, an elf?)
A flick of his lightsaber and a nod of his head,
Even from this Sith lord, I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the X-Wings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, through the ceiling he rose!

He sprang to his Star Destroyer, to his team gave a wheeze,
And away they all flew like a vile swarm of bees
But I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"