‘Twas the week before Christmas
In a room at NORAD
When a spokesman came forward
Crestfallen and sad
“We like to be festive
It’s a season of joy
Spending time with our families
And tracking our boy.
’Our boy’ is, of course
That merry old sprite
Who brings gifts and some cheer
On each cold Christmas night.
It’s been our great honor for years
In this Centennial State
To track dear Kris Kringle
On our scopes...