X-Virus-Scanned: clean according to Sophos on Logan.com Return-Path: Sender: To: lml@lancaironline.net Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2009 19:39:43 -0500 Message-ID: X-Original-Return-Path: Received: from smtp1-g21.free.fr ([212.27.42.1] verified) by logan.com (CommuniGate Pro SMTP 5.3c4) with ESMTP id 4040031 for lml@lancaironline.net; Thu, 24 Dec 2009 12:23:09 -0500 Received-SPF: none receiver=logan.com; client-ip=212.27.42.1; envelope-from=alainoireaux@free.fr Received: from smtp1-g21.free.fr (localhost [127.0.0.1]) by smtp1-g21.free.fr (Postfix) with ESMTP id 7616794016F for ; Thu, 24 Dec 2009 18:22:30 +0100 (CET) Received: from [192.168.0.10] (lam60-1-82-233-128-177.fbx.proxad.net [82.233.128.177]) by smtp1-g21.free.fr (Postfix) with ESMTP id 6AD04940172 for ; Thu, 24 Dec 2009 18:22:28 +0100 (CET) X-Original-Message-ID: <4B33A332.2050703@free.fr> X-Original-Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2009 18:21:54 +0100 From: Alain NOIREAUX User-Agent: Thunderbird 2.0.0.23 (X11/20090817) MIME-Version: 1.0 X-Original-To: Lancair Mailing List Subject: Re: [LML] [lml]'Twas the night before Christmas References: In-Reply-To: Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="------------030605040604000700090608" This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------030605040604000700090608 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Really nice ,thank you "N320G" F-PSDV N320G a écrit : > 'Twas 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'd have sworn that the call sign he used was "St. Nick". > 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, > "St, Nicholas One, turnin' left onto final". > 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. > "Now Ringo! now Tolga! Now Trixi and Lincoln!! > On Comet! On Cupid!" What Schnapps was he drinkin'? > > Those controllers were sittin', and scratchin' their head, > They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread. > The message they left was both urgent and dour: > "When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower." > > He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking, > Then I heard "Left at Charlie" and "Taxi to parking." > He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh, > And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho-ho-ho-ho!" > > 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't inhale. > His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly. > His boots were as black as a cropduster's belly. > > He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red, > And he asked me to "fill it, with hundred low lead." > He came dashing in from the snow covered pump, > I knew he was anxious for drainin' 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, "Clear!" > > And laying a finger on his push-to-talk, > He called up the tower for clearance and squawk. > "Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction, > Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion." > > He sped down the runway, the best of the best, > "Your traffic's an RJ, inbound from the west." > Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru the night, > "Merry Christmas to all!!! We have traffic n sight." > > Author unknown... > > */Merry Christmas to all !/* --------------030605040604000700090608 Content-Type: text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Really nice ,thank you "N320G"

F-PSDV


N320G a écrit :
‘Twas 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’d have sworn that the call sign he used was “St. Nick”.
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,
“St, Nicholas One, turnin’ left onto final”.
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.
“Now Ringo! now Tolga! Now Trixi and Lincoln!!
On Comet! On Cupid!” What Schnapps was he drinkin’?

Those controllers were sittin’, and scratchin’ their head,
They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread.
The message they left was both urgent and dour:
“When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower.”

He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,
Then I heard “Left at Charlie” and “Taxi to parking.”
He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh,
And stopped on the ramp with a “Ho-ho-ho-ho!”

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’t inhale.
His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly.
His boots were as black as a cropduster’s belly.

He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,
And he asked me to “fill it, with hundred low lead.”
He came dashing in from the snow covered pump,
I knew he was anxious for drainin’ 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, “Clear!”

And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,
He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.
“Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
Turn right three-two-zero at pilot’s discretion.”

He sped down the runway, the best of the best,
“Your traffic’s an RJ, inbound from the west.”
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru the night,
“Merry Christmas to all!!! We have traffic n sight.”

Author unknown…

Merry Christmas to all !

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