‘Twas the night before Christmas; no snow could be seen
Not an Airman was working, not even on “swings.”
The Falcons were stored in the hangar with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The Thunderbirds were nestled in their humble abodes,
With visions of performing while out on the road.
And Boss in his flight suit, and me in Duty U’s,
Had just recovered from the sequester blues.
When out on the flight line, there arose such a clatter,
Thunderbird 9 drove in to see what was the matter.
He quickly phoned Boss, his eyes full of awe,
“Hey Boss!” he shouted, “You’ll never guess what I saw!”
Boss drove to the hangar, with no time to lose.
Then, he told Thunderbird 10 the good news.
“WICKED AWESOME,” said 10. We MUST tell the others!
Let’s share with our Thunderbirds sisters and brothers!”
With a mandatory recall, so lively and quick,
Thunderbirds came to work, speculating, “this is IT!”
The squadron was formed, then, without rhyme or reason
Boss said: “We’ve got a schedule! Prepare for SHOW SEASON!”
“There’s OshKosh! There’s Altus! Just to name a few.
There’s Ft. Worth, and Cheyenne, even WATERLOO!”
T-Bird 2 interrupted, “’Tell me, Boss, Is it TRUE?”
“Don’t worry,” Boss replied. “The Academy’s here, too!
Come, Right Wing! Come, Slot! Form the Diamond; look alive!
Have 6 warn Kalispell about Thunderbird ǝʌᴉɟ!
8, advance recon! Take your jet to the heavens!
Then come share your findings with Thunderbird 7.”
“Let’s polish the tails, keep the canopies clean.
America’s waiting for our F-16’s!
11, I know that this is a no-brainer,
but to ensure we fly safely, assemble the maintainers.”
“The press release is ready, Boss,” I said. “But, I’m confused.
To what source do I attribute this WONDERFUL news?
Did the General give the order for shows to commence?
Was it the President? Congress? Secretary of Defense?”
“You might be right, 12,” Boss whispered, then paused.
“But, ya know what I think? It was Santa Claus.”
As the Delta took flight, the Comms Airmen listened,
Then suddenly they heard a strange voice transmission.
Thunderbird 1 ordered: “Identify yourself!”
The voice said, It’s just an Airman with a small crew of elves.”
“Good flight, Nick?” Boss asked. The voice replied, “and how!
Merry Christmas, Thunderbirds … Smoke on. Ready, NOW!”