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Twas the night before █████mas, when all through the Site
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mite.
Telescopes, cameras, eyes searching the air
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The human RPCs were safe in their cells,
One even sang to himself of jingle bells
ASF at attention, everyone at a console,
All to see the jolly man from the North Pole

When above the Site, there arose such a clatter,
It was the loud noise of light machine gun chatter
Approaching on the radar, a bright solid dash
Site personnel prepared themselves with a flash

They scanned, searched, trying to get a visual
Straining their eyes for that rotund individual
When, in the eyes of the terrified soldiers,
A massive red steel sleigh, and eight reindeer-like monsters

With a massive driver, his frame burly and thick,
It was the sleigh of the infamous St Nick.
With speed of an F-16, his sleigh did soar
When to the foul monsters pulling it, did he roar!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the Site! then smash down all their walls!
Now dash away! Dash away! And hunt them all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Swerving and ducking their way towards the Site.
So anti-air fire the ASF did spew,
Towards the sleigh of "Gifts", and St Nicholas too.

And then, heard above the Site, hitting the top
Loud BOOMs, from bombs St. Nick had begun to drop
As guards ducked heads and took cover with urgency
St. Nick leapt down to the roof, firing with fervency

His clothing traditional, but his arms lay bare
He had the long white beard and the long white hair
Belts of ammunition around him like sashes
All these features lit by his light machine gun's flashes

The poor guards left like gift's wrapping on █████mas morn.
Cast about and shredded, ripped to pieces and torn
He went to the entrance, no one left to oppose
Stepping on several poor guards in their death throes

He searched around his sack, once he reached the door
With a chuckle he took out a "Gift", labelled see four
He unwrapped the present, and stuck it in its place
He was already almost inside of the base!

When suddenly, a gunshot rang out loud and clear
A near-dead soldier, determined to interfere
Sadly the brave hero found his life cut short
By a burst from St. Nick, a snappy retort

But it didn't matter, what was done was done
St. Nick's knee was blown out, no choice but to run
With an angry grumble, he limped to his sleigh
"A shame," he said "But there's no slaughter today."

He fell into his sleigh, and gave his team a yell
And off they went, leaving dozens of dead personnel
But one last sound was heard, by the wartorn Site.
"Merry █████mas to all, and to all a good-night!"

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