Christmas Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the skies, Air
defenses 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 defense. 
When out of the klaxon arose such a clatter I dashed to the screen to see
what was the matter; 
I dialed up 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 we'd 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 -- let's
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 became pieces 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 sleighbells, some gloves, and a ripped parachute. Now it isn't quite
Christmas, with Saint Nick shot down. 
There are unhappy kids in each village and town. 
Can the Spirit of Christmas even hope to evade All the web of defenses we've
carefully made? 
Just look how the gadgets we use to protect us In other ways alter,
transform, and affect us. 
They can keep us from things that make life more worth living, Like love for
each other, and thoughts of just giving.
 But a crash program's on: Working hard, night and day, All the elves are
constructing a radar-proof sleigh. 
So let's wait for next Christmas, in cheer and in health, And be good boys
and girls, as Santa goes STEALTH!