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Subject: Re: [LML] [lml]'Twas the night before Christmas
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This was awesome!  Thanks so much for sharing.

Merry Christmas to you all!

On Thu, Dec 24, 2009 at 9:06 AM, N320G <n320g@hotmail.com> wrote:
> =91Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,
> Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
> The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care,
> In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.
>
> The fuel trucks were nestled all snug in their spots,
> With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.
> I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
> And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.
>
> When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,
> I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
> A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
> Called for clearance to land at the airport below.
>
> He barked his transmission so lively and quick,
> I=92d have sworn that the call sign he used was =93St. Nick=94.
> I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,
> The better to welcome this magical flight.
>
> He called his position, no room for denial,
> =93St, Nicholas One, turnin=92 left onto final=94.
> And what to my wondering eyes should appear
> But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!
>
> With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came,
> As he passed all fixes, he called them by name.
> =93Now Ringo! now Tolga! Now Trixi and Lincoln!!
> On Comet! On Cupid!=94 What Schnapps was he drinkin=92?
>
> Those controllers were sittin=92, and scratchin=92 their head,
> They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread.
> The message they left was both urgent and dour:
> =93When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower.=94
>
> He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,
> Then I heard =93Left at Charlie=94 and =93Taxi to parking.=94
> He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh,
> And stopped on the ramp with a =93Ho-ho-ho-ho!=94
>
> He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,
> I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.
> His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost,
> And his beard was all blackened with reindeer exhaust.
>
> His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,
> And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn=92t inhale.
> His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly.
> His boots were as black as a cropduster=92s belly.
>
> He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,
> And he asked me to =93fill it, with hundred low lead.=94
> He came dashing in from the snow covered pump,
> I knew he was anxious for drainin=92 the sump.
>
> I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
> And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.
> He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief,
> Then he picked up the phone for a Flight Service brief.
>
> And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,
> These reindeer could land in an eight-mile fog.
> He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear,
> Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, =93Clear!=94
>
> And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,
> He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.
> =93Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
> Turn right three-two-zero at pilot=92s discretion.=94
>
> He sped down the runway, the best of the best,
> =93Your traffic=92s an RJ, inbound from the west.=94
> Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru the night,
> =93Merry Christmas to all!!! We have traffic n sight.=94
>
> Author unknown=85
>
> Merry Christmas to=A0all !
>