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'Twas The Night Before Christmas!

Discussion in 'The Okie Corral' started by BillCola, Dec 12, 2003.

  1. BillCola

    BillCola Supreme Cmdr ®

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    Jun 18, 2000
    '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’d all still be there.

    The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,
    while peak gusts from three two zero reached 39 knots.
    I sank behind the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
    and settled down comfortably upon my butt.

    When over the radio, there arose such a clatter,
    I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
    A voice clearly heard over the static and snow,
    asked for clearance to land at the airport below.

    He barked out his transmission so lively and quick,
    I could have sworn that the call sign he used was St. Nick.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    sure that it was only Horizon’s late Dash.

    Then he called his position, and there could be no denial,
    This is St. Nicholas One and I’m turning on final.
    When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
    A Rutan sleigh and eight Rotax Reindeer.

    Cleared for the ILS down the glideslope he came,
    As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:
    Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!
    On Comet! On Cupid! What pills was he takin?

    Those last couple of fixes left the controllers confused,
    they called down to the office to give me the news.
    The message they left was both urgent and dour:
    When Santa lands, could he please call the tower?

    He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,
    then I heard Exit at Charlie, and Taxi to parking.
    He slowed to a taxi and exited Three-Two,
    as he came down the taxiway the sleigh bells jingle grew.

    He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,
    I had run out to him with my best set of chocks.
    He was dressed all in fur, which was covered in frost
    and his beard was all blackened from Rotax Reindeer exhaust.
    His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale
    and he puffed on a pipe, but he didn’t inhale.

    His cheeks were rosy and jiggled like jelly,
    his boots were as black as a cropdusters belly.
    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old fool,
    and he kindly informed me that he needed some fuel.

    A wink of his eye and twist of his toes,
    led me to know he was desperate to powder his nose.
    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 with a sigh of relief,
    and then picked up a phone for a flight service brief.
    And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,
    that with Rudolph, he could land in eighth-mile fog.

    Next, he completed his preflight, from front to 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 his clearance and squawk.

    After departure fly heading three two zero,the tower called forth,
    and watch for a Jetlink inbound from the North.
    Then I heard him exclaim, as he climbed in the night,
    Merry Christmas to all, I have traffic in sight.
  2. Texas T

    Texas T TX expatriate CLM

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    Jan 25, 2000
    That was great, Bill. Thanks. :)


  3. M2 Carbine

    M2 Carbine

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  4. BillCola

    BillCola Supreme Cmdr ®

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    Jun 18, 2000
    Thanks, you guys...seems I failed to add that I didn't write it!! ;H ;H