I made a little something, and posted it to reddit a couple of minutes ago. For posterity, here it is:
The Night Before X-Mass Effect
’Twas the night before Christmas, and on Eden Prime,
The children had gone to bed - *mostly* on time.
The Relay sat quiet, as if it could sleep,
And longest-range sensors gave off not a beep.
The tendrils of nebulae glistened in grey,
As I steered my ship home from six light-years away.
My recon route finished, I powered the thrusters,
And headed for home with what speed I could muster.
My body felt tired, my eyeballs were hinky,
And after ten hours, yes, the cockpit was stinky.
But happy I was to be heading to base,
So I sat back reclining, a smile on my face.
When what should appear on my screen, straight ahead,
But a ship of bright silver, with trim green and red.
It hadn’t pinged sensors! How was it so close?
It was either a stealth ship, or some kind of ghost!
Evasive maneuvers! I lunged for the steering
When a voice on the comm laughed, deep and endearing.
The laugh sounded human, but pleasant and strange,
Like the way music warps as it comes into range.
I sat there dumbfounded, and chewed at my lip,
Then I opened the channel: “ahoy, unknown ship!”
“You’re approaching my base. Say from where you were sent.
“Please identify registry, faction, intent.”
But the laughter was kind, and its owner was gentle,
“Please forgive me, Lieutenant,” *(was I going mental?)*
“I thought by now you’d be back home, with the boys.
“I’m sorry to startle you. Just hauling toys.”
The deep voice continued, “I mean you no harm.
“The kids have been so good, this year on the farms.
“The Reapers are gone, but things just aren’t the same.
Still, if there’s no Christmas, that *would* be a shame.
“I have proper clearance; I’m sending it now.
But it’s your choice, Lieutenant, if you will allow.
“With all that has happened, I hope that you’re willing.
“Those trees need some presents, those stockings need filling.”
I didn’t need evidence. I simply knew
That the voice was the real thing, the story was true.
He sent his credentials, though, quelling all doubt,
With an audio file ending, “Yes. Hackett out.”
And so, that’s my story, my day in the sun,
And that’s how my call sign became “Rudolph-One.”