Twas a week after Christmas, and all through the house, nothing was stirring…except for Darth Vader.
The ornaments still hung on the branches with care, gave Vader a dastardly tree-climbing stair.
His eyes on the prize at the top of the tree, the evil Sith lord zoomed up past the sweets, for he knew from the top of the needly peak upon the whole living room could his vengeance be wreaked.
At last he alit on the Christmas tree’s tip and prepared to unleash his cold, steely grip, when who to his wondering eyes should appear, but Eddie, in flight with a smug little sneer.
“Hi, Darth,” Eddie croaked. “Why’d you climb to the top? With this spaceship I made it up here like a hop!” And with that Vader’s rage found a new place to land: on poor, cocky Eddie, that foul little man.
Darth sprang into the ship and threw Ed out the hatch: “Take that, you dumb twerp, and enjoy the trip back!” And all heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good flight!”