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'Twas The Night Before Sithmas

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'Twas the night before Sithmas, when all through the tent

Not a creature was stirring, not even Lauren Kent.

The Starlight banners were hung by the mini-fridge with care,

In the hopes that St. Lucas soon would be there.

The line members were nestled all snug in their bags,

With visions of twi'lek girls dancing in rags.

JediRob in his kerchief, and I in my Max Rebo costume,

Had just settled a debate on which twin would be first from Padme's womb.

When out near the theater there arose such a clatter,

I threw off my Jar-Jar blanket to see what was the matter.

Away towards the bike rack I flew like a mynock,

Peeked into Fisher Park, and trekked down the sidewalk.

The moon on the puddles from the constant falling rain

Gave light to the lunacy of those of us who remained,

When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,

But a miniature skiff and eight tiny eopies.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew it was St. Lucas, or at least his pal Rick.

More rapid than the Falcon, his coursers they came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Chewie! Now Malla!

Now, Korman and Carney!

On, Carroll! On, Arthur!

On, Itchy and Lumpy!

To the top of the Hilton!

To the top of the bank!

Now dash away! Dash away!

And watch out for Frank!!"

As General Grievous before a hard battle to face,

When met with the obstacle, jumps into space

So up to the tent-top the coursers they flew,

With the skiff full of Star Wars, and St. Lucas too.

I heard on the roof a landing tough to surpass,

Eopies prancing and pawning, with just a smdigen of gas.

As I drew in my head and was turning around,

Out of the microwave St. Lucas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in flannel, from his head to his feet,

And his clothes were all tarnished with concept art sheets.

A bundle of Star Wars he had flung on his back,

And he looked like Yoda just opening Luke's pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples couldn't be cuter!

His cheeks were like roses, as if made in a computer!

A droll little smile had drawn up both his lips,

And the beard on his chin was as silver as Naboo starships.

The hilt of a lightsaber he held tight from beneath,

And the glow it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a little round belly which he couldn't contain,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl of chilled monkey brain.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old director,

And I laughed when I saw him, despite having no protector.

A wink of his eye and the lack of his lawyers,

Assured I wouldn't be headed to a room full of Destroyers.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

Giving us myths and excitement and intangible perks.

And laying his finger aside of his ear,

And giving a nod, through the microwave he disappeared.

He sprang to his skiff, with his team to proceed,

And away they all flew, getting set for light speed.

But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of view,

"Happy Sithmas to all, and may the force be with you!"

On behalf of everyone at NYLine, a hearty thank you to our line members, sponsors, and friends for giving us the best presents of 2005 - friendship, charity, and the experience of sharing the last Star Wars movie in the most amazing way possible.

Happy Holidays everyone, and keep checking the site for news about the placement of our Fun Centers in New York hospitals!