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Post of the Month - December 2016
« on: December 29, 2016, 12:12:24 AM »
Fleeters,

I hope you are enjoying the holiday season!

This month marked the return of Bi-Annual Awards.

It is always one of my favorite thing to do (give out awards ;-)

But we did see one SIMM fully embrace the holiday season and this is where our Post of the Month comes from!

‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the station
Nary a creature was stirring, not even the Ferengi delegation

The idols were placed by their altars with care, 
In hopes that Chaplain Vem soon would be there; 

The Bajorans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of The Prophets danced in their heads; 

And Vem’s aid in a panic, he was a not a chill sort of chap,
Had just settled on his favorite fear for he was about to snap

When out on the landing bay there arose such a clatter, 
Vem’s aid sprang from the Chapel to see what was the matter.

Away to the bay he flew like a flash, 
He tore to the shuttle and threw open the hatch. 

The light on the hull of the newly arrived craft
Played across the ramp as a voice heartily laughed

When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But an oddly dressed Klingon drinking a beer

He was a strange Starfleet Chaplain, his eyes sparkling like a gem
He knew in a moment it must be Vem!

More rapid than rain his tears they came, 
And the poor aid fell to the ground and reported that it was all his fault- he was to blame!

“Now, aid, do not fret. I’m here, returned from my spiritual retreat, so what is the matter?”
“It’s horrible! It’s too much! I couldn’t set up the holiday services and I’m going mad as a hatter!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Vem made his way to the Chapel, to see what was awry;

The boxes of decorations were still packed,
No Bajoran rek’ja, and the crates of human stocking were sticked stacked!;

And then, with a twinkling in his eye, Vem said to his aid,
“Tiz is not so much work for one night. We will work till dawn so don’t be afraid!”;

So it was that Vem worked his hippy magic,
And by morning the station was decorated- avoiding a fate most tragic;

Vem was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, 
And his face was still covered in tribal paint and “magic” soot;

A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack;

His eyes- how they twinkled! his forehead ridges how merry! 
He looked like the human santa clause though his chin was considerably less hairy;

His sharp-toothed little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And he’d dyed the dreadlocks on his head as white as the snow;

The stump of a stogie he held tight in his teeth, 
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad Klingon face and in his fist he grasped a sharp Klingon knife;
That he carried for the month of “Krak-jor”- the ending of strife,

Vem was an odd sort of duck, a mishmosh of holiday cheer,
And though it all- he still carried his beer;

To everyone on the station he gave a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
To his surprise, this fill children with dread;

He spoke not a word, but continued his Federation-sanctioned work,
And filled all the stockings; praying at the rek’ja, and offering blood sacrifices to klingons with his dirk

And laying his hand upon his breast,
He reported to the Captain, his words probably disturbing him from his early morning’s rest

=/\=“I’m back, don’t you know, from my spiritual retreat.
I’ve decked the halls and presided over several holiday feasts.”=/\=

He headed to Operations and arrived to the sound of the boatswain's whistle, 
And carried with him a wreath for the station crafted of thistle

And to the entire station, he broadcast on one of Operations open mics,
“Happy Holidays to all, please celebrate it however you’d like!”

For those of you who do not know, Vem is an alt for our very own Constance Lafayette.  The post is just one of many nominations I have seen for Vem.  And I'm so happy to finally be able to pin this award on his chest!

Sincerely,

Kirok

 

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