Twas the Night Before Christmas

I am working this morning. Bah humbug I say! Someone at work sent us this cute little poem.. if you work in the airline industry enjoy, if not... you might not get the jokes but hope you enjoy the rhymes.

Merry Christmas Internetland!



The Night Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas
At hundreds of Gates
They tried boarding the public
Having oversold space

Dispatch was snarling
And Crew Sked was worried
They had phoned the Reserves
"To the airport-please hurry"

The pilots were grumpy
Reservations was harried
The girls working trips
All wished they were married

Air Traffic Control
Up high in towers
Was posting delays
Of up to four hours

When the last flight departed
All stopped for a rest
They cursed Christmas travel
"Just look at this mess"

The stand-by's still waiting
With expression so sad
And those who got bumped
Were screaming like mad

Who wants Yuletide spirit
On a Christmas Eve trick?
Who wants to believe
In a guy named St. Nick?

But when all seemed so gloomy
And there was no Christmas cheer
The ground crews looked up
At a sound they did hear

For all of a sudden
From out of the night
Came a sound like loud thunder
And a blinking red light

They knew what was landing
Was no seven-three-seven
It was even to small
For a BAC One-Eleven

A voice split the darkness
It gurgled and chuckled
So happy and cheerful
The gloom simply buckled

"On ExpressJet and Delta
British Air and Northwest
On American and United
Don't stop for a rest"

"On planes of Boeing
And the whole Embraer fleet
Plus all MD-Eighties
You've got schedules to meet"

"On all you airlines
Commuters and shuttles
We're flying tonight
Don't give me rebuttals"

The blinking red light
Came close to the ground
And the cold winter night
Seemed to split at the sound

The lights on the runway
Were turned on full bright
They bathed the strange object
That had come from the night

It had no big cockpit
No wings nor a tail
No space for much baggage
Or even air mail

The onlookers gasped
No words could they say
For what had just landed
Was a jet-powered sleigh

One captain was stricken
With gross inferiority
For the man on the sleigh
Had more seniority

His beard was a-bobbin'
His clothes were all red
His build was so chubby
No more need be said

"I'm Santa!" he cried
In a joyous voice
They all had to listen
There was no other choice

"I know you're all tired
And feeling like Scrooge
You define the Christmas Spirit
As a bottle of booze"

"But remember, my friends
As you gripe and you groan
You've helped people fly
To their loved ones at home"

"They gave you no thanks
They took you for granted
But in each one of you was
A bit of old Santa"

"For this I do thank you
As I continue my flight"
Bringing Joy to the world
On his kerosene kite

He shoved on the throttles
T'was a glorious sight
As the sleigh left the runway
And sped through the night

They all shook their heads
Just a dream they insisted
On the ATC records
That flight's still unlisted

But it really did happen
Though it doesn't seem rational
At every world airport
From Indy to National

We expect your disbelieve
And the doubts we have raised
But it's still "MERRY CHRISTMAS"
From the gang at the Base