'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the ship,

Not a creature was stirring, no droid made a blip.

Han and Chewie buckled into their chairs,

Hoping to run spice through the Empire’s snares.

When from the rear hatch there arose an alarm,

Han turned on a view screen to inspect the harm.

The camera had been shot and Han’s eyebrows were set,

For surely this could only be Boba Fett.

Chewie tore from the cockpit, bow caster in hand,

To cut down the Mando where he did stand.

When what a shudder ran through the craft,

Boba had cut the hyper drive lines leading aft.

Chewie rounded a corner and saw his head,

Leveled his weapon and unloaded lead (actually lasers).

Boba proved to be quite leaved headed and sure,

Engaged the flame thrower on his wrist and singed Chewie's fur.

Han ordered Chewie into med bay,

And depressurized the ship to Fett’s dismay.

He flew into the blackness of space, and called Slave One,

And whispered, “I’ll have you back to Jaba before this is done.”