Deliverus Interruptus

Deliverus Interruptus


Mr. C - Santa Claus - is real happy because
Christmas Eve is here and he's out flyin'.
Little does he suspect, someone wants his plan wrecked
leavin' kids 'round the world sad 'n cryin'.


The North Pole far behind, after words sweet 'n kind,
for the presents and all the hard workin';
Over ocean and plain, on the job once a-gain,
unaware there was danger a-lurkin'.


Over Denver, I think, as he started to sink
and for landing began preparation,
up ahead there appeared something puzzling and weird -
and his sleigh was the thing's destination!


In a sleek fighter jet - 'twas his meanest scheme yet -
the old Grinch flew the plane with a whistle.
Then he muttered "Fox-2" and towards Santa there flew
one each infrared heat-seeking missile!


Santa Claus wasn't scared - he was always prepared -
and the sleigh had some space-age defenses.
From his bag popped a flare, which then hung in the air,
while the craft made a dive for the fences.


With an Immelmann turn, as the flare ceased to burn,
Santa's sleigh headed straight for the fighter.
With the missile ahead, Rudolph pointed his head,
and his nose became brighter and brighter.


With a cherry-red gleam from his nose burst a beam
and the laser the missile fragmented.
With a jerk on the stick, the jet turned around quick,
that ol' Grinch screaming as one demented.


"Well, the danger's all past, and we've gotta work fast!"
said the elf as again they took flight.
Faintly came the old call, "Merry Christmas to all,
('cept that Grinch) and to all a Good Night!"


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