Twas the night before the Christmas, and all through the ship
The marines were preparing, checking their guns and their clips
They were decked out in Jackhammers, grenades, rifles and more
With heart pumping determination they pushed open the pelican door

The grunts were asleep, dealt with quick with a pistol whip to the head
The marines formed ranks and within half a minute, ten grunts were dead.
All's clear, all's well, yelled the Chief as he ran to the front
gear up and get ready, we're facing far worse than grunts

The doors ahead flew open with a clatter
And the Chief sprinted ahead to see what was the matter
Bolts of plasma flew by with a flash
The Chief drew his gun he fired, and dashed

He killed a few grunts, they lay dead in the snow
He jumped on top of one and dealt it a devastating blow
Then out from the field an elite did appear
The marines started to panic, stricken with fear

The chief saw it coming and knew he had to be quick
He raised his gun and fired, but all that came out was a *click*
He cursed his bad luck and drew a grenade
He pulled the pin, threw, then silently prayed

The elite exploded, covering the snow in its blood
But the elite wasn't the threat; the threat was the flood
The marines were cornered; they were up against a wall
The chief could help cover them, but he couldn't cover them all

A new threat came, a wailing sound from the sky
A Banshee was coming, coming in fast, fast and from high
The marines were exhausted; there wasn't much they could do
The enemy’s numbers were too many, and they were too few

So the Chief thought quick, and snatched up the shotty
He pumped an elite full of lead, then stepped over the body
He expended the ammo then threw it to the ground
He then turned his attention the banshee that was speeding inbound

So with the speed of a cheetah the Chief ran quicker still
He had to get to the SPNKr in the cache on the hill
Plasma wizzed by his head, superheating the air
His target was close; he was almost there.

Then, from behind a tree a Hunter appeared
It raised its great shield, then ran, and neared
The chief lunged to the side, escaping the charge.
The Hunters were powerful, but too slow and too large

Raising his gun, the chief turned, and he fired
The hunters had a weakness and only 2 shots were required.
The hunter fell dead, and flopped to the snow covered land
Get the SPNKr and fire, that's as far as the Chief planned

He handled some grunts with his pistol and then he proceeded
He neared the hill now, and saw what he needed
His target was right there, only a hundred meters away
The life of all earth hung in the balance today.

So as he reached the hilltop he dove for the gun
He loaded a rocket and aimed high towards the sun
He pulled the trigger and from the barrel the rocket flew
And a banshee exploded; spraying debris, limbs, and covenant goo

The grunts ran in fear now that the banshees lay still
They ran for their lives from the demon Chief on the hill.
The humans had won; the covenant group was defeated
And somewhere far away flashed the words checkpoint completed…