2021

This was the third of threee ideas this year. This one hit me the same time as the one about writing a story. I could see all these characters form sciencfiction shows and movies coming together and changing out. And this is what it led to.

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T’was the night before Christmas, and all through my head,
Sci-Fi characters kept appearing as I lay down to bed.
The people and storylines crossed and mingled
As the wind made the bells hanging outside jingle.

The stories from one series mixed with those of another,
The characters intermingled and I thought, “oh brother”.
But they all mashed together and became quite jumbled.
I tried to block them, but my will just crumbled.

The Enterprise pulled in from some far away void,
And orbited a planet inhabited by droids.
Kirk looked at his reflection in a mirror,
And the image of Sam Beckett became so much clearer.

Then the Leap came into some quantum realm,
And Han Solo told Chewbacca to take the helm.
Then in walked Mork, all dressed in red.
“Nanu, Nanu” was all that he said.

I twisted and I turned, would I ever get out?
A Swiss army knife appeared, and a thought came about.
If I bent and twisted, and MacGyvered my way,
I just might survive this to see the day.

Then a car pulled up, a Trans Am I deduced.
A voice called, “get inside” and then, “KITT, turbo boost!”
We drove through a wormhole, a very short drive,
And landed on a space station, it was Babylon 5.

I exited the car as it put itself in park.
I was now in a battle between Light and Dark.
As I watched the unfolding, things became blurred,
“Danger. Danger Will Robinson” was what I next heard.

I wanted to wake up.  I wanted to be home.
But Rod Serling told me, “You have entered the Twilight Zone.”
Getting out of this nightmare, this was my goal,
But the vertical and horizontal were beyond my control.

I saw a small one-man fighter, so I jumped in and left,
I was hoping I wouldn’t get arrested for starship theft.
I was glad when I launched, and finally hit space,
But I looked and saw Cylons, right there face to face.

I quickly switched on my display, this image was clear,
It started jerking and said, “M M M Max Headroom here.
Then a spaceship appeared, Serenity by name,
When that arrived here, the game certainly changed.

I flew on toward it, still trying to be brave,
Mal opened the comm, said he aimed to misbehave.
Then something appeared, right in my way,
And I wondered what next would brighten my day (night?).

It was a stargate that had been activated,
And now my hope was getting deflated.
And on through the gate, my small ship then went.
I found myself on land with the fuel cells spent.

I looked and there were buildings that were floating,
One with a man on a treadmill.  That was worth noting.
He was yelling something I could barely glean.
It sounded like, “Jane, stop this crazy machine.”

I must have inhaled some types of gasses,
I must be hallucinating the man in sunglasses.
He walked on by and said, “I’ll be bach.”
That’s when I knew I should hide under a rock.

Now the world Slid again to another dimension.
It looked a lot like the last, too few changes to mention.
Except a blue box sitting off to one side.
I wondered if that might be my ride.

So I walked on over and knocked on the door,
It opened, and he stood there, it was number four.
He straightened his scarf, it had gone askew,
He smiled. “Hello.  I’m the doctor.  Who are you?”

“Don’t worry about that, the time stream’s fluxed up,
Like a whole lot of liquid poured in a too small cup.
But come on in.  I will get you home.
And it won’t be anyplace near that town called Gnome.”

He twisted some dials, set one to 88 miles per hour.
“We’ll have to veer left so we don’t hit that tower.
You should stop reading before you go to bed.
You’re just shoving too much stuff up into your head.”

It was now time to wake up and forget last night’s dreams,
But I knew on that subject, I could write reams.
But I heard Doc Brown say as I slowly awoke,
“Merry Christmas to all, hope you enjoyed the joke.”

Copyright Ó 2021 by

Brian and Shirley Dean