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TITLE: `Twas the night before Christmas

AUTHOR: Jenny L

E-MAIL: bray_4_amber@...

RATING: G

ARCHIVE: SJD Yes, Anywhere else, sure if you want it! And if you
feel like dropping me a line and letting me know, even better. (I
will get round to submitting to heliopolis eventually)

CATEGORY: Romance, Christmas fluff.

DISCLAIMER: "All publicly recognisable characters and places are the
property of
MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of
fan
fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no
infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously
unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted
to the author.
Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and
not
intended by the author." I don't own the poem either as will soon
become apparent at my lack of rhyming ability.

SPOILERS: None.

STATUS: Finished. (Like the third part of the e-mail trilogy might
eventually be one day…)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jennyssamandjackff/
If you need any parts with the proper formatting just e-mail me.

AUTHORS NOTES: Two apologies – one to Clement Clarke Moore for what
I have done to your poem (if anyone doesn't know the original you
can find it by googling `twas the night before christmas'). The
second apology goes to everyone else for my general lack of ability
with poetry, sorry of the extra syllables…..



`Twas the night before Christmas, when all over the SGC
Not a creature was stirring, not even a bee.
The stockings were hung by the gate with care,
In the hopes that St Thor soon would be there.

The airmen were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Jello danced in their heads.
And Sam in her blues and Jack in his cap,
Were fighting UST, during a long winters nap.

When out in the gateroom there arose such a clatter,
Hammond sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the gate Walter flew like a flash,
Tore open the Iris and threw up the sash.

Through the puddle SG1 saw new fallen snow,
Teal'c gazed down at the objects below.
When, what to Jack's wondering eyes should appear.
But a minature alien, saying `nothing to fear'.

With a little grey driver, so lively and sure,
They knew in a moment it must be St Thor.
More rapid than eagles his spaceships they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

"Now Jack! Now Daniel! And please both Carters!,
The Gouald are gone and that's just for starters.
To the top of the gate! To the top of the wall!
I come with a present that will benefit you all!."

As the fighters that before the Gouald fly,
When they meet with a warship mount to the sky.
So up to the gate the ships they flew,
With a hold full of toys, and St Thor too.

And then, in a twinkling, Jonas saw on the ramp,
Shining, and glistening, from a bright little lamp.
As Jack drew in his head, and was turning around,
Through the gate St Thor came with a bound.

He was dressed all in grey from his head to his foot,
And his body was all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he stood, and he spoke, `it really is time Jack'.

He eyes how they twinkled! His chin how merry,
And yet Sam Carter remained quite wary.
Thor's droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
`Come on Jack, be quick and let the world know!'

General Jacob closed his eyes, pretened not to see,
As the rest of the onlookers shouted with glee.
Jack O'neill faced his Sam and went in for a kiss,
She hesitated first then surrendered to bliss.

Hammond was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And he laughed when he saw them inspite of himself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave us to know there were no regulations to dread.

Thor spoke few more words, but went straight to his work,
He handed Jack a ring and then turned with a jerk,
To point at Samantha in front of the Iris,
`A wedding would be what this list most desirous'.

He gated to his space ship and gave a command,
And away they all flew with no further demand.
But Teal'c heard him exclaim, `ere he drove out of sight,
`Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!'