Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the plane
Not a creature was stirring, not even Bane
The flight plan was filed with the agency with care CIA knowing the hostages wouldn’t all reach there
The prisoners were kneeling with bags on their heads With visions of sleighbells and crashing sleds And CIA in his polo, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap
When out on the clouds there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter. Away to the aisle I flew like a flash, Tore open the seatbelt and turned in a dash After shouting and shooting, and questions of Bane
One interrupted Wilson, with self-satisfied disdain When, what, from under a hood should appear, But a man, with a mask, and soon it was clear Bigger than average, but still under detain, I knew in a moment it must have been Bane
More rapid than eagles CIA’s surprise came, And he pointed, and shouted, and called him by name “Bane?” he gasped, with shock and surprise As he realised his flightplan hadn’t included this guise
How vital was the mask, CIA began to wonder
When it would soon sink in he had made such a blunder
Pain would occur, although the target unclear Until Bane interjected with CIA’s biggest fear For when told he was a big guy, Bane responded with glee
That CIA feeling glum is how it would be
Then it was revealed that the capture was intended
And CIA’s flight plane would need to be amended
But then from behind, another plane appeared in the distance with Bane adding that he needed Pavel’s assistance
CIA’s dismissal of Bane’s success because his source of dreaded distress
The plan was to crash, with all on board Presents and all, with Bane’s freedom restored
So Bane sprang from his seat, to his team gave a shout, And down they all slid into his masterplanned rout
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he rose out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night
