I know we have a few pilots, "wanna be" pilots and many passengers who read this Blog. This "takeoff" on the poem `Twas the night before Christmas has been making the rounds of aviation websites and other publications for over 20 years. No one seems to know where it came from. Enjoy ...
‘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.