Twas The Night Before Christmas Poem by Coreena Dejesus

Twas the night before Christmas in the Command Post I sit,
I won't be a Scrooge I won't throw a fit,
The flight line is quiet not a peep nor a sound,
Security forces is the only other people around.

The families at home can reinsure,
People are working the base is 'all secure'.
LMR broadcasts and a few telephone calls come through,
Internet is up and I'm looking at the world view,
Norad Santa tracker, Saint Nick where are you?
Waiting for this page to load.. because Santa I'm tracking,
Maybe gifts in his sleigh he's packing.

Tower is not in no aircraft are near,
And then 311.0 goes off, I jump in fear.
The airfield is closed who is broadcasting to me,
Again the transmitting light on the Siemens I see.
Cobra control this is St. Nick 1, I'm 5m out,
What kinda of trick is this I un-click and shout.
I have no aircraft scheduled to come in,
And the Norad tracker shows Santa in West Berlin.

Recall rosters I struggle to find,
I better call Tower in or it's my behind.
Then I hear a voice in an empty command post,
The duress alarm I grab. Am I hearing a ghost?
I press the button and in my view a fat man,
Merry Christmas SSgt and a story he began.

Before he could start security forces were here,
I turn around...no Santa and no reindeer,
I explain to security forces what I saw,
A description of the person they have me draw.
Knowing their laughing and I'm looking like a fool,
Commanders are called this isn't cool.
Dreading Christmas maybe Santa didn't want to get caught?
Now I'm just sitting here in the dark,
Wishing I could hide in a dark hole.
All because this year Santa ran out of coal!