'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the forest
Not a creature was stirring, not even Chuck Norris.
The dragons and unicorns all lay asleep,
The krakens and leviathans all rest in the deep.
From the sky appeared a flash of blinding light,
Followed by eight magic reindeer all high up in flight.
They pulled a machine all rusted and red,
The hope of humanity: the last dimension sled.
The machine landed with a deafening boom;
The monstrous slumbers ended, summoning doom.
Earsplitting roars emerged from everywhere,
Then fire lit up the skies as dragons filled the air.
From the sled came out a man dressed in crimson,
Yelling out "Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen!"
He mounted a reindeer and loaded his rifle,
"Let's not screw this up for the sake of survival."
They charged through the forest like nobody's business,
Shooting and trampling all that was reckless.
Dragon blood got disguised in the velvet,
As creatures dropped dead from speeding silver bullets.
They reached their destination in front of a cave,
Where written on the entrance, "no man is a slave."
The man dressed in Crimson giggled out loud,
"I lived in this dump," he strongly avowed.
A man emerged from the darkness and said,
"I've missed you brother Nick, you little egghead."
Nicholas smiled and put down his weapon,
"The earth is in war, Chuck, and mankind is threatened."
Chuck cheerily chuckled and smiled for a minute,
"It always is somehow, real funny now ain't it?
Save the humans, then they'll find another way
To get themselves trouble every single day."
Nicholas broke down as tears drenched his face,
"They don't deserve anything, that's why it's called grace.
This war will destroy them and leave the galaxy shaken,
For this war is different: The force has awakened."