Twas the flight before Christmas, when all through the plane, not a pony was stirring, not even Rainbow Dane  
The flight plan was filed with the Hasbro with care, Santa knowing the hostages wouldn’t all reach there  
The ponies were kneeling with bags on their heads, with visions of sleighbells and crashing sleds  
And Santa in his suit, 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 Dane, one interrupted Rudolph, with self-satisfied disdain  
When, what, from under a hood should appear, but a pony, with a mask, and soon it was clear  
Bigger than average, but still under detain, I knew in a moment it must be Rainbow Dane  
More rapid than eagles Santa’s surprise came, and he pointed, and shouted, and called her by name  
“Dane?” he gasped, with shock and surprise as he realised his flightplan hadn’t included this guise  
How vital was the mask, Santa began to wonder when it would soon sink in he had made such a blunder  
Pain would occur, although the target unclear, until Dane interjected with Santa’s biggest fear  
For when told she had a big plot, Dane responded with glee that Santa feeling glum is how it would be  
But then from behind, another plane appeared in the distance, with Dane adding that she needed Comet’s assistance  
The plan was to crash, with all on board, presents and all, with Dane’s freedom restored  
So Dane sprang from her seat, to her team gave a shout, and down they all slid into her masterplanned rout  
But I heard her exclaim, ‘ere she rose out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”