119th Version. Lets see if the rest of you can take a verse or two and add to it.

Tom Gator 851

Twas the night before Christmas
and all through The Swamp
not A Gator was sober
not even the Croc’s.
our weapons were hung
by our bunks with care
in hopes that Charlie
would not soon be there.

The Pilots were nestled all
snug in their beds, while
visions of tracers danced through
their heads.

When out on the fight line
there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed
to see what was the matter,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tore open the door, and threw up in a flash.