ky5u
12-21-2005, 03:23 AM
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the band
Not a creature was stirring, not even in "2" Land;
The coax was strung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that DX soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of DXCC danced in my head;
Mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my ARES Vest,
Had just settled down to tap out a "test",
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from rig to see who's TV I had splattered.
Away to the window like a Vibroplex dash,
I Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the crest of the new-fallen yagi
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the upchuck I was gagging,
When, what from the chaos should my wondering eyes see,
But a miniature sleigh, with an ICOM 703,
It had a little old driver, and a mag-mount so slick,
I knew in a moment it must be a Hamstick.
More rapid than QSB his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and loudly defamed;
"Dang, Dacher! Dumb, Dancer! Stupid, Prancer and Vixen!
Blind, Comet! and Cupid! Goofy, Donder and Blitzen!
Not to the top of the porch or the top of the wall,
But into his StepIR so hard it did fall???"
As dry leaves that before the wild invectives fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, pointed in the sky,
So up to the house-top the trajectory they'd had,
They'd trashed my new Yagi, and St. Nicholas was mad.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
He drew up his hand, and was turning around,
As he swung at poor Rudolph he fell with a bound.
Into the backyard, he landed in soot,
His clothes were all tarnished with grass stains and shmutz;
A bundle of Ham Accessories he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Martin Jue just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his temper how merry!
He looked like Jim Haynie, with his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a pout,
Like David Sumner when a mailout comes back and no money comes out;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his lips,
Like a crusty old Elmer with his help and his tips,
He had a scower on his face and fat little thumbs,
That thumbed at his nose for removing Element 1.
He was chubby and plump, a right grumpy OM,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my Beam;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know he was thinking instead;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And raised all the coax; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the tower the yagi rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a yell,
And they all would be more careful, oh that I could tell.
Cause' I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Hit another Antenna, and we'll be eating Vennison tonight"
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from AG4YO
Not a creature was stirring, not even in "2" Land;
The coax was strung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that DX soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of DXCC danced in my head;
Mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my ARES Vest,
Had just settled down to tap out a "test",
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from rig to see who's TV I had splattered.
Away to the window like a Vibroplex dash,
I Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the crest of the new-fallen yagi
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the upchuck I was gagging,
When, what from the chaos should my wondering eyes see,
But a miniature sleigh, with an ICOM 703,
It had a little old driver, and a mag-mount so slick,
I knew in a moment it must be a Hamstick.
More rapid than QSB his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and loudly defamed;
"Dang, Dacher! Dumb, Dancer! Stupid, Prancer and Vixen!
Blind, Comet! and Cupid! Goofy, Donder and Blitzen!
Not to the top of the porch or the top of the wall,
But into his StepIR so hard it did fall???"
As dry leaves that before the wild invectives fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, pointed in the sky,
So up to the house-top the trajectory they'd had,
They'd trashed my new Yagi, and St. Nicholas was mad.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
He drew up his hand, and was turning around,
As he swung at poor Rudolph he fell with a bound.
Into the backyard, he landed in soot,
His clothes were all tarnished with grass stains and shmutz;
A bundle of Ham Accessories he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Martin Jue just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his temper how merry!
He looked like Jim Haynie, with his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a pout,
Like David Sumner when a mailout comes back and no money comes out;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his lips,
Like a crusty old Elmer with his help and his tips,
He had a scower on his face and fat little thumbs,
That thumbed at his nose for removing Element 1.
He was chubby and plump, a right grumpy OM,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my Beam;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know he was thinking instead;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And raised all the coax; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the tower the yagi rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a yell,
And they all would be more careful, oh that I could tell.
Cause' I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Hit another Antenna, and we'll be eating Vennison tonight"
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from AG4YO