'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land
something was brewing, there was a problem at hand.
The North Pole was socked in, the weather IMC
Santa could barely see Rudolph, who was in the lead.
Presents had to be delivered both near and far
Unfortunately Santa wasn't rated to fly IFR.
"Oh what will I do?" Santa asked with a tear
The time to go is so very near.
He sent some emails and made phone calls too
"Ho, ho, ho boys! Here's what we'll do"
Santa called in some favors to friends new and old
"Don't worry Santa, we'll help" is what he was told.
"On Boeing, on Airbus, on Lockheed as well!"
Things were working out as far as Santa could tell.
Packages were loaded with the greatest of care
Then the "Great Christmas Fleet" took to the air.
With enroute charts in hand, they took off into the night
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a safe flight!"