They flew under the radar and over the gate.
Soon all the Nazi’s would meet a swift fate.
The fortress was nearing, the hour was go.
They jumped from the sleigh and into the snow.
They crashed on the roof with such a loud clatter
The SS brought up their rifles to see what’s the matter.
But Santa had more than gifts in his bag.
His grappling hook would help in a snag.
They walked through the bathroom, leaving no sound.
Breaking down walls, they’d surely be found.
The rule was no killing, instead to have fun
The Colonel stashed in his belt a tranquilizer gun.
He knocked down a private and choked out a guard
“This is so disappointing, it isn’t that hard.”
Meanwhile the Furher slept in his bed,
As visions of Conquest danced in his head.
He wasn’t so tall, his moustache looked fickle,
He was much unaware he’d be in a pickle.
The soldier and Santa kicked down Adolf’s door,
They pumped him with darts and drilled through the floor.
The search lights flipped on, the hounds were set loose
The Yule-time crusaders had better vamoose.
But the duo had planned for such a commotion,
That’s why they brought gift bags set for explosion.
The green and red flames made quite a distraction
The reindeer had minutes to make this extraction.
The sleigh stopped by England with an Aryan gift,
The Colonel had asked if he could catch a lift.
“I have one more request, this is strictly off-duty.
To just see my family that would be quite a beauty.”
“I could never say no, to a wish pure of heart,
we have a long way’s to go so we better now start.”
They stopped at a memorial, where children once played.
“My family rests here, this spot they shall stay.”
He lost them last Christmas, they died in a raid.
His life filled with darkness, the price was now paid.
Jolly Saint Nick for once had no words.
The sound of a teardrop was all that was heard.
The mission brought closure, his burden set free.
“It’s time to go Santa, they need you not me.”
The Sleigh was all prepped and ready for flight,
Twas two nights from Christmas, the children’s delight.
“I’m sure pressed for time, maybe I’ll ask for a favor.”
“Just name it Saint Nick, what do you savor?”
“You have many aircraft all over the land
I could sure use the help, if they would lend a hand.”
The planes were loaded with toys, the green light was given
The pilots were jolted their compassion was driven.
Colonel Denair, rode with big red. Both proud of their work and here’s what he said.
“The skies are all clear, let’s now speed the light. Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night.”