Happy Feast of Saint Nicholas the Destroyer!

Yes! It’s time of year again! As is my custom, I like to share one of the most delighful spiritual Amarr traditions I remember from my pre-capsuleer days. That’s the night before December 6th when I tuck my children (well,. only one one child these days) into their beds and recite the Tale of Saint Nicholas the Destroyer. What a way to ensure the kids went quietly to bed that night!

And so - because some traditions should never die - I again celebrate the holy veneration of Saint Nicholas the Destroyer.

…May his swift judgments (and presents) reign down on you all!

“Saint Nicholas the Destroyer”

Twas the night before St Nicholas Eve
and all through the station
not a Minmatar was stirring, demanding emancipation

The stockings were hung by the pods with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The crews were nestled all snug in their vessels,
with visions of Ravens, Apocs and Kestrels

And pappa in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a New Eden’s nap,

When out on the hull there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my pod to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the hangar and threw up the latch.

The moon on the rise and the asteroids 'a glow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature frigate, and eight tiny drone-deer,

With a menacing old driver, so violent and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than Dramiels his drones they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, luxuria! now, gula! now, avaritia!
On, ira! on invidia! on, superbia and acedia!

To the top of the drone bay! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the bridge-top the drones they flew,
With the frigate full of gifts, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the hull
The prancing and pawing of those drones so special.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the torpedo bay St. Nicholas came in with a bound.

He was dressed all in armor, his body full of flames,
And his weapons were all tarnished with blood and remains;

A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes – how they simmered! his dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like embers, how completely un-merry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a sneer
And the beard of his chin was as dark as my fear!

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

He was terrifying and fearsome, a right vengeful old elf,
And I shook when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had everything to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the torpedo bay he rose;

He sprang to his frigate, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Merry St Nicholas Day to all, and to all a good-night.”

P.S. This year “St. Nick” (winks, don’t tell the kids otherwise!) annual visit to the orphans of Huola
may be open to capsuleers and their children. if interested, comm me in space or via my
Neocomm for details.


Well, I suppose if your children are going to grow up to be killers, you mayaswell introduce them to navy terms and nightmarish themes early?

Honestly, though, you may want to invest in a nanny to handle the bedtime songs going forward.


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You’re taking this too seriously.


With all the drones, he’s clearly Gallente!

I love this tale…

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The Empire widely utilizes drones as well.

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Yes, but do you really want the evil guy who scares all the children in what is clearly an Amarran station to be Amarran?

I can’t imagine someone as pleasant and kind as Cpt. Elkin would want that anywhere nearby!

Are you feeling quite alright?

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Quite alright! But thank you for asking. Ah, but then, there’s that kind consideration again. Just one of the virtues I was talking about earlier. Oh, but I think you’d had to go just before that. Regardless, I want you to know that the effort you put in really is appreciated.

Errr… Thank you…?

You’re very welcome!

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I love seasonal traditions.


Thank you for sharing this, Directrix. I remember Papa reciting this to myself and my brothers when we were little. We would lie awake all night, desperately trying to fall asleep so that we would not catch a glimpse of Blessed Saint Nicolas.

Such happy memories.

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