'Twas the night before Christmas, on a Marine Corps base, Not a Marine was stirring, in this peaceful place. The rifles were hung by the barracks with care, In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The Marines were all nestled, snug in their beds, While visions of missions danced in their heads. And the Gunnery Sergeant, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the parade ground there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bunk to see what was the matter. Away to the window, I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of midday to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature Humvee, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment, it must be Saint Nick. More rapid than Eagles, his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Now, Chesty! Now, Semper! Now, Leatherneck and Devil! On, Jarhead! On, Leatherman! On, Marine and Rebel! To the top of the barracks! To the top of the wall! Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the housetop, the coursers they flew, With a sleigh full of toys, and Saint Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney, Saint Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in camo, from his head to his boot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of MREs he had flung on his back, And he looked like a Marine, just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like desert sand, weathered and hairy! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a cigar he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a belly like a tank, That shook when he laughed, like a big battle rank.
He was rugged and rough, a true warrior elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a nod of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his Humvee, to his team gave a yell, And away they all drove, like a bat out of hell. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Semper Fi to all, and to all a good night!"
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