The Tale of Saint Nicholas the Destroyer (YC 121)

In these troubled times, where everything seems awry and awful, some things remain constant, thankfully. One of those things is the night before December 6th, the feast day of Saint Nicholas the Destroyer. And so - because some traditions should never die - I again celebrate the holy veneration of Saint Nicholas the Destroyer.

This year we’re having a slumber party, and my youngest children Liam, Stellarisse, Asad, and Shayla are ensconced in their seperate sleeping bags with our dogs in front of a crackling fire, before which I am kneeling preparing to recite the Tale of Saint Nick .…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.”


This year, Saint Nicholas will be “visiting” Tebu the weekend of December 14th to meet the children of the citadel. Those with children who’d like to participate, just send me a private mail.


We will unfortunately miss this year.

Shucks Mom! I’m sorry to miss this year… I guess I’ll just read it to myself and Stitcher (that’s Stitcher my pet mini slaver, not the other one).

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It is my sacred privilege to serve as St. Nicholas’ slave and aide; this year, I do promise that I won’t try to frighten anyone’s children. It is good for them…but. Only treats this time.

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Due to recent events, it was postponed this past weekend. I am hoping to reschedule for the weekend of Dec. 21st.


A thanks for those to came.

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

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