RumbaChad

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'Twas the night before Christmas, at KUAO.
All of Santa's three motors were ready to go.
His loadmaster maintained they were way over gross.
Captain Kringle just shrugged as he tugged on his BoseĀ®

"Fire up, you old tank!", he cursed as they started,
The cylinders clanked, their ignition retarded.
Then they finally turned over, with only a wheeze,
and the cranky old Ford headed straight for the trees.

Like a miser she climbed, like that old fellow Scrooge.
Not an inch left of runway behind them unused.
And they sputtered and flamed as they rose out of sight,
"Merry Christmas! You folks have a wonderful night!"

Then at one in the morning, the comm crackled to life.
"I put 'er down on the ice, but DON'T DARE TELL MY WIFE!!"
My position will follow, do a favor for me:
Call up Douglas and tell them that I'm buying a THREE!!

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Incidentally, prints are available from my website if you need a Christmas card this year, something nice to hang on your hangar wall, or would just like to help me finish my RV-14 tail kit! (Once I get through the insufferably complicated plans, who writes these?!)

Merry christmachanukakwanzaaka!