Twas the night before Christmas (Military version

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the skies,

Air defences were up, with electronic eyes. Combat pilots were nestled in ready-room
beds,
As enemy silhouettes danced in their heads.

Every jet on the apron,
each SAM in its tube,
Was triply-redundant, linked to the Blue Cube,
And ELINT and
AWACS gave coverage so dense
That nothing that flew could slip through our
defence.

When out of the klaxon arose such a clatter
I dashed to the screen
to see what was the matter;
I increased the gain and then, quick as a flash,
/>Fine-adjusted the filters to damp out the hash.

And there found the source of
the warning wed heeded:
An incoming blip, by eight escorts preceded.
"Alert
status red!" went the word down the wire,
As we gave every system the codes that meant
"FIRE!"

On Aegis! Up Patriot, Phalanx and Hawk!
And scramble our
fighters--lets send the whole flock!
Launch decoys and missiles! Use chaff by the
yard!
Get the kitchen sink up! Call the National Guard!

They turned toward
the target, moved toward it, converged.
Till the tracks on the radar all finally
merged,
And the sky was lit up with a demonic light,
As the foe met his fate in
the high arctic night.

So we sent out some recon to look for debris,
Yet all
that they found, both on land and on sea
Were some toys, a red hat, a charred left
leather boot,
Broken sleigh bells, white hair, and a deers parachute.

Now it
isnt quite Christmas, with Saint Nick shot down.
There are unhappy kids in each village
and town.
For the Spirit of Christmas cant hope to evade
All the web of defences
weve carefully made.

But a crash programs on: Working hard, night and day,
/>All the elves are constructing a radar-proof sleigh.
So lets wait for next Christmas,
in cheer and in health,
For the future has hope: Santas coming by
stealth!