I just posted this parody on the Dreamers of Dune Forum, and thought I might share. It is Dune specific, but I'd like to see other versions of this great Christmas poem. And yes, I didn't know where to go, so I just stopped in the middle...
quote: Twas the night before Dunemas, and all through the sietch Not a creature was stirring, save little m'uadib The stillsuits were hung in the commons with care In hopes that the seals would stand all the wear
The Fremen all nestled and snug in their beds While visions of spice candy danced in their heads Chani in her kerchief, and I with my ring Had just bedded down, let's do this sleep thing
When out in the desert a thumper did sound, I sprang from my bed, putting ear to the ground Away to a cavemouth I flew like a wierding So fast you could not see my face, it was bearding (well, you rhyme wierding!)
The moons on the breast of the clean desert sands Gave a luster of midday all over the lands When, what to my prescient dead eyes should appear But a great Shai-hulud, and it was drawing near!
With a rider so lively, so scarred up, so tan I knew in a moment, it was old Gurney-man! More rapid than eagles, and a lot bigger too Gurney man prodded the worm to heave to!