Ho, Ho,Ho, Kinners

This time of the year is arriving again and it's time for the second special edition of Kotik's classics.
T'Pol's Secret by
Aquarius and its sequel
And the Stockings Were Hung By Garters With Care...Christmas Eve by
AssoBlue Christmas by
DistractedSilent Night by
EvcakeWhite Christmas by
GinamrOver The Mistletoe by
LindaI know there are more x-mas stories in our archive, but I need to leave some for next year's edition
And then, three days ago, I found a PM...
Well spoken Fisherman wrote:How about a Christmas short based on Seleya Hills ?
perhaps uncle Soval got run-over by a shuttle pod...
Soval got run over by a ReindeerT'Pol and T'Pau walked down the stairs with two giggling children in tow. It didn't need superior Vulcan hearing to know that the weekly congregation of males was already in process. Laughing, clinking of glasses and bottles as well as a somewhat erratic playing of a guitar could be heard.
"It appears, Mr. Rostov's proficiency at playing his musical instrument has somewhat diminished," T'Pau noted.
"Mom, he's tuning it," Henry sighed theatrically, earning him two stares of motherly disapproval.
"Maybe we should hasten our departure before he finishes the process and they get a chance to sing, while we are still in hearing range," T'Pol suggested.
"We want to hear the song about uncle Soval," T'Mir demanded.
"They are going to sing about Soval?" T'Pau asked.
"Yeah," Henry said, giggling enthusiastically. "They prepared it as payback, because he took uncle Trip's decoration down for you when he was at work."
"An installation made to look as if 'Santa' has crashed into our balcony does not constitute an acceptable decoration," T'Pol started to lecture.
But before she could continue, the tuning of the instrument was apparently finished and both kids overtook their mothers down the stairs to listen to the spectacle.
Soval got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and all here, we believe.
He'd been drinking some of Shran's ale,
And we'd begged him not to go.
But he shirked his meditation,
And staggered out the door into the snow.
When they found him Christmas morning,
At the scene of the attack.
He had hoof prints on his forehead,
And incriminating Claus marks on his back.
Soval got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and all here, we believe.
Now we're all so proud of Soval,
He's been taking this so well.
See him in here rais'n eyebrow,
Drinking beer and playing cards with uncle Mal.
Soval got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and all here, we believe.
Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of fig.
And the blue and silver candles,
That would just have matched the hair in Soval's wig.
I've warned all my friends and neighbours.
"Better watch out for yourselves."
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.
Enjoy your hollidays, everybody
