' Twas the night before Christmas and all through the sky,
Air defences were with electronic eyes.
Combat pilots were embedded in ready room, beds,
Danced like enemy silhouettes in their minds.
Each Jet on the apron, each SAM in its tube
Was associated with blue cube, Triple-redundant
And ELINT and AWACS was reporting so close
That nothing flew could slip through our defense.
If from the Horn arose such a clatter
I see dashed line on the screen, what was wrong.
I got the win and then quickly like lightning,
Fine-adjust the filters from the hash damping.
And it found the source of the alert we had noticed:
An incoming blip preceded by eight escorts.
the word "red alert status!" went down the wire.
As we each system gave the codes, the meant "FIRE!"
On aegis! Patriot, Phalanx and Hawk!
And scramble, that our fighters-let's send the whole flock!
Start bait and rockets! use chaff, through the yard!
The sink to get up! call the National Guard!
She turned towards the goal, moved towards him, convergent.
All finally merged to the tracks on the radar;
And the sky was lit with a demonic light
How the enemy night met his fate in the High Arctic.
So we sent out to look for some Recon debris,
All, what you found, both on land and at sea
Were some toys, a Red Hat, a charred left leather boot,
Broken Sleigh bells, white hair and a deer's parachute.
Now, it's not quite Christmas, shot with Saint Nick.
There are unfortunate children in every village and town.
For the spirit of Christmas cannot hope to escape
All the Web of the defensive measures that we have made carefully.
But on a crash program: day and night, work hard
The Elves are a radar proof slides construct.
So let us wait until next Christmas, in cheer and health;
Has hope for the future: Stealth Santa arrives!
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