Christmas in Manilla T'was the night before Christmas and all through the yard Not a creature was stirring - not even a guard. My socks were stuffed in my shoes to save space And alas - in my tent was no fire place. my friends in their shorts and me in my shoes Had just settled down for a tropical snooze When out in the area there arose such a clatter That I sprang from my cot to see what was the matter. I became so entangled in my mosquito net That if no one had helped me I would be there yet. And then very cautiously I pulled back the flaps Expecting to see a battalion of Japs ([illegible] - damn it - it had to rhyme] But to my amazement I saw there instead The famous St Nicholas in his suit of bright red. He sat in his sled which was pulled by six Jeeps As they bounced along gaily in short bounds and leaps Then they came to a halt and away Santa went And very suddenly there he was in my tent He was chuckling so merrily that his fat little belly Just as in the poem, was shaking like jelly.