Santa's Surprise
SANTA'S SURPRISE
Santa Claus stripped off his beard and red suit
And left the show in the officers’ mess
Pulling the last tiny pieces of cotton wool from his stubbled chin
As he ran to his position
At the end of the starboard bow catapult of the Carl Vinson
Eighty feet above the stormy grey Arabian Sea
He watched as far off down the flight deck
The final touches manoeuvred the F22 into the cradle
Its ordnance today a hundred kilogram fragmentation device
For a rebel bunker in Afghanistan an hour’s flying time away
A surprise delivery for them;
The salt wind whipped the last cotton from his face.
Then his thumb pressed the green all-clear button
Engine screamed to maximum and the catapult released
The flying load into the grey sky. Another successful delivery.
He checked his area of the mechanism after the aircraft blurred past
And hurried back inside to finish his Christmas dinner
Merry Christmas Santa, they all yelled as he came in again.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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