Twas the flight before Christmas, and all of my
was cross-checking maps or conferring with God.
were all slung from our pylons with nuts
In hopes that we might soon
kick Flying Pig butts.
The plans were just perfect. Their timing--
Wouldn't the Golds be surprised by our visit!
was extensive, its details exacting.
The scums would be snoring as
our bombs were impacting.
It was time to get going. We got in our planes
visions of para-bombs danced in our brains.
It was going so smoothly,
just like our rehearsals.
We spurred on our aircraft, and left our
When out of the tower there rose such a chatter
swiveled our heads to see what was the matter.
We saw in the
distance, the sky was now flecked
where 'ere there'd been air there
the last time we'd checked.
We blew through our checklists and sped up our
while watching the dot grow from mini to maxi.
starting so early -- just after sun-up,
we'd not thought of a CAP,
much less sent one up.
And what to our wondering eyes should appear,
olive drab sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little
sleigh-driver, so lively and quick,
"good GOD, boys, it's
SANTA -- attacking F6!"
Inside of our aircraft, our arms flapped like
as Santa zoomed over, dispensing some presents.
almost gained flight when his parcels of thunder
through and tore B flight asunder!
HOST: Kill of -unfg- awarded to stnick
HOST: Kill of
-ozds- awarded to stnick
HOST: Kill of -zath- awarded to
HOST: Kill of ikeelu awarded to stnick
He'd killed half my squadron, that jolly old
Reducing our plan to "each man for himself!"
Half of the boys
had been instantly plastered.
The other half itched now to whack that
We had him down on the deck-- my, how we chased
Frenzied and angry -- eager to waste him!
But, as we got
closer, he let loose a shout:
"Reindeer Composite Wing! help St. Nick
Just then we saw that our caution'd been lacking
of the sun, we saw deer were attacking!
Faster than Lightnings his
Corsairs they came,
and as we evaded, he called them by
"On dasher, on dancer, on prncer, on vixen-
dragging 4 Wildcats-- come get your licks in!
Now cupid-, and donder
and bltzen and comet-
Watch out for the ack, while I circle to bomb
Blazing in quickly, his reindeer were coming
in streaks of blue, Wasps hotly humming
So instantly did they respond
to his summons
their Chance-Voughts by chance fought our unprepared
The giving was festive, and mercifully brief
reindeer brought mayhem -- a bounty of grief
for those who fell
trembling with chattering teeth
with multiplied purpose for the
squad's Christmas wreath.
I bailed and I lit on a moonscape of ruin
lay twisted! The Greenfolk were booing!
Santa had bombed us... his
reindeer had vulched us.
They'd not only mown us-- they damn nearly
The sleigh flew n orbit and gathered its team
mission completed-- the target was creamed.
And Santa yelled down as
he flew out of sight,
"Alfa Mike Foxtrot! That's code for 'Good