The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, in Fallujah and about,
Not a creature was stirring, they'd all been wiped out;
The insurgents were all laid on the streets with great care,
In hopes that the rats would soon be there.

Merry Christmas, Fallujah!

Too bad St. Nick will be unable to visit until you've accepted the Savior. Perhaps next year . . .