All I Want For Christmas

(I wrote this a couple of Christmas' back... and I still feel this way, of course! 8-)

What I want for Christmas...Y'know?

I suppose I should be sappy.

Ask for Goodwill; Peace on Earth, too.

But, see, I don't believe in happy, happy.

My pick is something more practical,

To enjoy to the music of the spheres.

All I want for Christmas?

A starship and a crew, the dears.

Serenity, for choice; Malcolm Reynolds,

Zoe, Jayne and all the rest,

But picky, or Joss, I'm not;

So a bird of prey might be best.

Then again, perhaps I'll liberate

A Free Stars Frigate, or two.

Those poor spacers, they wouldn't mind,

That the Protector was short, a few.

If the universe is kind, mind,

And Lt. Leary Commanding,

Then we'll cross the multi-verse, together,

Righting wrongs, outstanding.

Sure, I am a silly fat man,

Of two score and naught

But silly dreams to show,

How I loved the ships that fought.

Give me now, an argosy of light,

And would I for truth, honor- Oh!

The glory of mother Earth, herself,

Elsewhere, elsewhere, boldly Go!