by A/3c Dave Finchler
And all through the base
A look of disgust
Was on everyone's face
Christmas is merry
Christmas is bright
But not for the men
Who work Christmas night
Unknown to the people
All over the nation
Are these unsung heroes
At one little station
While everyone's shouting
And jumping with glee
It's just another day
For these men, you see
With the help of the cooks
The medics, supply
Men of Operations
Are scanning the sky
Unseen at the places
Where parties are thrown
Is an aircraft approaching
Identity........Unknown
Down from the arctic
And in toward the states
The city knows nothing
It just celebrates
The laughter and joking
Would suddenly cease
If they knew this aircraft
Was a menace to peace
The men at the station
Alive and alert
Make sure that the folks
Back home stay unhurt
At a maddening pace
They track the intruder
Then the signal is given
And up goes our "shooter"
The action is watched
With keen anticipation
And the alert is passed
From station to station
The fighter streaks on
While wild hearts are beating
Rushing to give
The "bogey" our greeting
Back in the city
Midnight has come
People drink beer
And whiskey and rum
Not one of them senses
The danger in flight
As the unknown bomber
Stalks through the night
The peril increases
And sweat pours indeed
As this aircraft from nowhere
Starts picking up speed
Suddenly the radio
Gives forth a blare
As a pilots voice
Shatters the air
"Approaching the bogie"
He's still coming south
Will attack from the rear
Over and out
Everyone breathes
A sigh of relief
But the pilot follows
With a message of grief
"Can see the bomber
He's not very far
And the mark on his wing
Is a big red star
A deathly silence
Fills the air
The enemy approaches
But why and to where
While just a handful
Hold their breath
The fighter and bomber
Wage a duel of death
Below in the city
Some men trim their trees
While others in church
Are on bended knees
While exchanging their presents
Some laugh and some cry
But there's not a present
For that man in the sky
He thinks not of home
Of his kids or his wife
He thinks of the value
Of each American life
With jets wide open
And hands on the gun
The fighter streaks on
For its last mighty run
The rockets shoot forward
True to their aim
And the bomber goes down
In smoke and in flame
With mission accomplished
And a smile on his face
He orbits his plane
And heads back to his base
Then high up above him
He sees a bright glare
A blinding light
Has filled the night air
For there overhead
Is a man bright and gay
A man with some presents
His reindeer and sleigh
And clutched in his hand
As he rushes on through
Is a colorful flag
Of Red...White.... and Blue
Yes, Santa was watching
The right and the wrong
And he knows men like this
Keep our country strong
And he knows that no matter
How strong be our foe
These "Eyes of the Sky"
Are ready to go
So, tonight if you happen
To stare at the sky
And see a fighter
Just flashing by
Just pray that God
Gives his guiding light
To these fabulous men
Who work Christmas night.
The End