Jingle Bells, Vader smells
He smells like burning corpse
Obi wan has overcome
For now it seems, of course

But Vader's back
he tries to crack
Leia for Dantooine
But she says no
You'll never know
So Alderaan is smithereens

Oh jingle bells
Luke pray tell
will you find Yoda's lair?
Get some training
in the Force
and send Vader to solar flares

Oh no, he's His Dad
Luke gets sad
But Vader saves the day
Plageuis dies, everybody cries
But Vader's Force ghost doesn't go away

On the first day of Sithmas my summit gave to me
a report of our victory.

On the second day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
Two survey polls
And a report of our victory.

On the third day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
Three e-mails,
Two survey polls,
And a report of our victory.

On the fourth day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
Four Dark Crosses,
Three e-mails,
Two survey polls,
And a report of our victory.

On the fifth day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
FIVE PROCONSULS,
Four Dark Crosses,
Three e-mails,
Two survey polls,
And a report of our victory.

On the sixth day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
Six comps a'running,
FIVE PROCONSULS,
Four Dark Crosses,
Three e-mails,
Two survey polls,
And a report of our victory.

On the seventh day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
Seven reccs a'writing,
Six comps a'running,
FIVE PROCONSULS,
Four Dark Crosses,
Three e-mails,
Two survey polls,
And a report of our victory.

On the eighth day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
Eight chats a'roasting,
Seven reccs a'writing,
Six comps a'running,
FIVE PROCONSULS,
Four Dark Crosses,
Three e-mails,
Two survey polls,
And a report of our victory.

On the ninth day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
Nine friends a'flirting,
Eight chats a'roasting,
Seven reccs a'writing,
Six comps a'running,
FIVE PROCONSULS,
Four Dark Crosses,
Three e-mails,
Two survey polls,
And a report of our victory.

On the tenth day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
Ten Arconae napping,
Nine friends a'flirting,
Eight chats a'roasting,
Seven reccs a'writing,
Six comps a'running,
FIVE PROCONSULS,
Four Dark Crosses,
Three e-mails,
Two survey polls,
And a report of our victory.

On the eleventh day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
Eleven disease screenings,
Ten Arconae napping,
Nine friends a'flirting,
Eight chats a'roasting,
Seven reccs a'writing,
Six comps a'running,
FIVE PROCONSULS,
Four Dark Crosses,
Three e-mails,
Two survey polls,
And a report of our victory.

On the twelfth day of Sithmas my summit gave to me,
Twelve leaders hugging,
Eleven members moaning,
Ten Arconae napping,
Nine friends a'flirting,
Eight chats a'roasting,
Seven reccs a'writing,
Six comps a'running,
FIVE PROCONSULS,
Four Dark Crosses,
Three e-mails,
Two survey polls,
And a report of our victory!

Sung to White Christmas

I'm dreaming of a white Sithmas
Just like Hoth where the icy winds blow
Where the AT-ATs glisten and Rebels missing
Every shot on the crusted snow

I'm dreaming of a white Sithmas
With every blaster shot I shoot
We all are marching as Vader’s analyzing
If the rebels escape it is moot

I'm dreaming of a white Sithmas
Where the Wampa’s scream shallow
The Jedi is running and their speeders burning
And Leia is stuck with Solo

I’m dream of a white Sithmas
The snow is covered in charred remains
The Rebels escaping while Vader’s complaining
And the Snowtroopers bad marksmanship is the same

Jingle Bells, Kooki sells
Andrelious one day
She puts a price
Upon his head
And hopes someone will pay.

Sitting there one night
Kooki waits and waits
Hoping her price is right
And that it's not too late
The bells on his collar ring
Making him look bright
What fun it is to try and sell your spouse tonight.