Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
(yes... it's slow in the office today)
Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the arenas
the pilots were circling
like a pack of hyenas.
The troops were all hidden
in their goonies with care
with the hope that St. Nicholas
soon would be there.
The Rooks were all launching
for nice capture mission
while some of the bombers
wanted eggs which would fission.
When out of the tower,
the alarms, they did sound
that sitting on the tarmac
a jolly elf could be found.
He sat with his reindeer
as he prepared them to fly.
Without the least little notion
he was soon going to die.
Out of the darkness,
the Knight did not tarry.
He vulched poor Santa,
twas like picking a cherry.
The pilot flew off
and let out a hoot,
but HiTech laughed last
as he gave him the boot.
