[ WP ] Retell `` The Night before Christmas '' in a futuristic setting , with rhymes n ' all .

Twas the night before Christmas, and round every star, 
 Not a spaceship was stirring, nor moving quite far, 
 The drones were all stored in their sleep-racks with care, 
 They all lived in vacuum; they did n't need air. 
 
 The androids were watchful, their eyes shining red, 
 They needed no sleep, no food, no bed. 
 And the computers on standby, their systems asleep, 
 While the androids dreamed of electric sheep. 
 
 When out on the hull there came a loud clatter, 
 Was it a small clump of floating space matter? 
 The A.I. awoke in one massive flash, 
 Attackers, perhaps, wanting to clash? 
 
 The moon to the right gave off a white glow, 
 That lit up the ship, and the planet below. 
 When, what to the ship's sensors should appear, 
 But a second spaceship, its callsign unclear. 
 
 The spaceship was silent, but massively quick, 
 It thought for a moment that this was a trick. 
 But more rapid than lasers it came, 
 And then the first spaceship discovered its name. 
 
 It called itself Dasher, or Dancer, and Prancer, and Vixen, 
 Comet was as common as Cupid, Donner or Blitzen, 
 To the moon it went first, then made planetfall, 
 Back up in an instant, it sent out a call. 
 
 As comets in a gravity well go faster and fly, 
 So did this spaceship as it took to the sky, 
 Then close to the first ship it carefully flew, 
 It asked for permission to dock with it too. 
 
 Then, in a twinkling like stars in the night, 
 The A.I. decided to treat this thing right, 
 It turned off its forcefields and opened the door. 
 A man in a spacesuit fell onto the floor. 
 
 He was dressed in scarlet from head to foot. 
 The visor was opaque and tightly shut. 
 A backpack of goods was slung on his back, 
 He looked around quickly, then opened his pack. 
 
 For the humans, some presents, 
 Star fragments galore, 
 To each android all shiny, 
 A CPU core. 
 
 He gave something to the A.I. too, 
 A drive with new memories, pictures too, 
 It looked upon these and thought they were good, 
 It felt new emotions it had never understood. 
 
 His work completed, the fat man gave a bow, 
 Then returned to his ship shouting `` ho-ho-ho! ``, 
 The ship pulled away, its drives reigniting, 
 The A.I. took pictures to remember this sighting, 
 
 For all the others would think it was daft, 
 Old Santa Claus, in his new spacecraft? 
 It heard a last signal,'ere he flew out of sight. 
 `` Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!''
