[Poem]

The invasion seemed a sure win, Our airforce strong and true, But then he came, a jolly kin, "Ho Ho Ho" his greeting new.

Merry Christmas, he did say, But to us, it was a curse, For many of our comrades lay, Their fate in his hands, immersed.

Saint Nick, he was called, A force against all war, Our air wing, he mauled, Leaving us to question more.

For Santa hates all violence, He fights to spread love and cheer, So we'll retreat, let peace commence, Another year, another battle, my dear.