Twas the night before Christmas and all through the sky,
Fliegerabwehr 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 Triple redundant with blue cube linked;
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 chose the strengthening and then quickly as a Flash
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 the code that was meant "FIRE"!
On aegis! Patriot, Phalanx and Hawk!
And our fighter scramble - can send us 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
As the enemy pieces in the High Arctic night was.
So we sent out to look for some Recon debris,
Still found all that you both on land and at sea;
Were some toys, a Red Hat, a charred left leather boot,
Broken Sleighbells, some gloves and a crack parachute.
Now, it's not quite Christmas, shot with Saint Nick.
There are unfortunate children in every village and town.
The spirit of Christmas can even hope to escape
All on the Web of the defence we made carefully?
Look like the gadgets we use to protect us
Otherwise change involving transform and us.
You can keep us from the things more to make the life worth living
Give the just like love for each other, and thoughts.
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;
And good boys and girls, how does Santa STEALTH
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