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Jon Ladd - Dec 25,2009
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Merry Christmas to my pilot friends! <br /><br />The Night Before Christmas (aviation style) <br /><br /> <br /><br />Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp, <br /><br />Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ. <br /><br />The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care, <br /><br />In hopes that come morning, they all would be there. <br /><br />The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots, <br /><br />With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots. <br /><br /> <br /><br />I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up, <br /><br />And settled down comfortably, resting my butt. <br /><br />When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter, <br /><br />I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter. <br /><br />A voice clearly heard over static and snow, <br /><br />Called for clearance to land at the airport below. <br /><br /> <br /><br />He barked his transmission so lively and quick, <br /><br />I'd have sworn th at the call sign he used was 'St. Nick'. <br /><br />I ran to the panel to turn up the lights, <br /><br />The better to welcome this magical flight. <br /><br />He called his position, no room for denial, <br /><br />'St. Nicholas One, turnin left onto final. <br /><br /> <br /><br />And what to my wondering eyes should appear,<br /><br />But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!! <br /><br />With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came, <br /><br />As he passed all fixes, he called them by name. <br /><br />'Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun! On Comet! On Cupid!<br /><br />What pills was he takin? <br /><br /> <br /><br />While controllers were sittin, and scratchin their head, <br /><br />They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread. <br /><br />The message they left was both urgent and dour, <br /><br />'When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower.<br /><br />' He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking, <br /><br />Then I heard 'Left at Charlie' and 'Taxi to parking.' <br /><br /> <br /><br />He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh, <br /><br />And stopped on the ramp with a 'HO, ho-ho-ho...' <br /><br />He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,<br /><br />I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks. <br /><br />His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost, <br /><br />And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust. <br /><br /> <br /><br />His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale, <br /><br />And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn't inhale. <br /><br />His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly, <br /><br />His boots were as black as a crop dusters belly. <br /><br />He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red, <br /><br />And he asked me to 'fill it, with hundred low-lead.' <br /><br /> <br /><br />He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump, <br /><br />I knew he was anxious for drainin' the sump. <br /><br />I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work, <br /><br />And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk. <br /><br />He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief, <br /><br />Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief. <br /><br /> <br /><br />And I thought as he silently scribed in his log, <br /><br />These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog. <br /><br />He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear, <br /><br />Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell 'Clear!!' <br /><br />And laying a finger on his push-to-talk, <br /><br />He called up the tower for clearance and squawk. <br /><br /> <br /><br />'Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction, <br /><br />Turn right three-two-zero at pilots discretion'. <br /><br />He sped down the runway, the best of the best,<br /><br />'Your traffics a Grumman, inbound from the west.' <br /><br />Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru the night, <br /><br />Merry Christmas to all!! I have traffic in sight.'<br /><br />
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Bård Sørbye - Dec 26,2009
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Thanks, Jon - for some reason, this version touches me more deeply than the original does - even though I have seen it often enough!
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