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General Forums => Aces High General Discussion => Topic started by: Wolfala on December 24, 2003, 03:44:11 AM
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I can't believe this was not posted here - so here comes.
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 North American-built sleigh, with eight 1820 Reindeer!
With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came,
As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:
"Now Fenec! Now Trojan! Now Nomad and Bacun!
On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?
While 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..."
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 from 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 crop duster's belly.
He was chubby and plump, in his flight 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 a phone for a Flight Service brief.
And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,
These reindeer could land in an zero-zero fog.
He completed his pre-flight, from the spinner 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 a T6, inbound from the west."
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru the night,
"Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight."
Wolfala
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Subj: An Air Warrior Christmas
Date: 12/2/97 2:22:46 PM
From: Jetmech15
Posted on: America Online
Twas the night before Christmas, when in the Air Warrior sky,
There were a few of us pilots, flying up high,
My ammo was hung in the wings with care,
Hoping an enemy plane will bring them to bare,
The ground crews were all at the pub,
Talking about all kinds of hubb bubb,
Me in my flight suit, and leather cap,
There was no time for me to take a nap,
When all of a sudden, the radar lit up,
I looked east then west, north and south, no visual was made, was I out of luck
,
The dot was red, no green, oh hell now its blue,
For I dont know what country this chap flew,
In the direction of this dot is the way I headed,
Hoping it wasn't a Spit, the plane that I dreaded,
At 1500 yards what to my wondering eyes should appear,
I'll be damned, its a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
At 800 yards, a lead turn I start,
I feel something pounding, it must be my heart,
As I finished my turn, lining up on his six,
My engine quit, oh what a fix,
I was out of fuel,
There would be no duel,
And with just the wind sound in my cockpit, oh what a shame,
I heard that fat man whistle and call them by name,
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer! and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder! and Blitzen!
Lets get out of here, for this pilot is LAME!!!!"
And in a flash, he was out of sight,
Just as I saw the first mornings light,
I headed to the "O" club after this flight,
To knock back a few, and forget about this night!!!!!!!!!!!
To all my fellow Air Warrior pilots Az, Bz, and Cz
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jetjock<1st Royal Guard>
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Sorry to dig up an old post, but I just stumbled across this. I authored this, and I cannot believe this was from 20 years ago. Time is but a blur......
Merry Christmas all. :cheers: :salute
Subj: An Air Warrior Christmas
Date: 12/2/97 2:22:46 PM
From: Jetmech15
Posted on: America Online
Twas the night before Christmas, when in the Air Warrior sky,
There were a few of us pilots, flying up high,
My ammo was hung in the wings with care,
Hoping an enemy plane will bring them to bare,
The ground crews were all at the pub,
Talking about all kinds of hubb bubb,
Me in my flight suit, and leather cap,
There was no time for me to take a nap,
When all of a sudden, the radar lit up,
I looked east then west, north and south, no visual was made, was I out of luck
,
The dot was red, no green, oh hell now its blue,
For I dont know what country this chap flew,
In the direction of this dot is the way I headed,
Hoping it wasn't a Spit, the plane that I dreaded,
At 1500 yards what to my wondering eyes should appear,
I'll be damned, its a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
At 800 yards, a lead turn I start,
I feel something pounding, it must be my heart,
As I finished my turn, lining up on his six,
My engine quit, oh what a fix,
I was out of fuel,
There would be no duel,
And with just the wind sound in my cockpit, oh what a shame,
I heard that fat man whistle and call them by name,
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer! and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder! and Blitzen!
Lets get out of here, for this pilot is LAME!!!!"
And in a flash, he was out of sight,
Just as I saw the first mornings light,
I headed to the "O" club after this flight,
To knock back a few, and forget about this night!!!!!!!!!!!
To all my fellow Air Warrior pilots Az, Bz, and Cz
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jetjock<1st Royal Guard>
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nice JJ, Merry Christmas. :cheers: