I would normally speak you know its true, but sad to say my voice is shot.
Instead I will regal you with tales of fighting woe , from the alpha quadrant to the delta, we have shown them all what is what.
I raise a glass, of orange juice, and say to you all let loose, for Christmas comes but once a year, and however you greet it greet it with cheer.
And I will see you all in the new year!
(This poetry brought to you by a lack of sleep, ibuprofen and other pain killers tm)