The following was sent to me via E-Mail.
It was written by Bob Cheney of the Minneapolis Piston Poppers.
AIRPLANE CHRISTMAS
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all
through the shop,
Not a spinner was spinning not even a prop.
The planes were all hung by their tails with
care,
In hopes that another model would soon be
there.
The pilots were all safe and snug in their
beds,
While thoughts of flying danced in their
heads.
When all of a sudden there arose such a
chatter,
I jumped from my bed to see what was the
matter
I flew to the window and threw up the sash.
OH! WHAT A SIGHT! As I saw him landing
on the grass,
There he was jolly old St Nick in a Legacy
made from balsa sticks.
In the cockpit sat Santa with his beard of
white,
While the reindeer flew in behind him with a
sleigh filled just right.
He brought models and motors of every size,
he even had control-lines coiled up by their
sides.
He had tools and gadgets of every kind just
what a modeler always wants to find.
As he roared away later that night,
I heard him say as he was passing through
the Christmas lights.
Have fun flying again and again with family
and with friends.
Hope I got this right. MERRY CHRISTMAS to all those on this site.
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