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Post what you got for Christmas here, too.
Season's Greetings everyone for 2024.
Time for my annual post. I wrote this 15 years ago and have posted it every year since.
I'm in Vienna, Austria over the Holidays, so I am posting it before I leave.
Froelich Weinacht und חנוכה שמח, Alles!
'Twas The Night before......
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all thru the shop,
All projects were finished,
The work had been stopped.
The fire was cracklin',
In my warm, cozy house,
As I sat in my chair,
With a glass full of Grouse.
When all of a sudden,
There rose such a racket,
I slipped on my boots,
And grabbed my work jacket.
It could have been vandals,
Or perhaps a collapsed shelf,
But the last thing I expected,
Was a jolly old elf.
I stared at the old gent,
But he paid me no mind,
He lit off the forge,
And stuck in some iron.
It took a second to dawn,
And then the light went on in my head,
Santa was busy,
Fixing his sled.
He had clipped someone's chimney,
And broken a runner,
And with his sled out of commission,
Christmas was a goner.
We knew what to do,
Neither one said a word,
I grabbed a sledge hammer,
- He'd hit soft, I'd hit hard.
We drew out the skid,
Straight as a rail,
And just like Tai Goo,
Gave the end a twist and a curl.
We bolted it on ,
To his ancient old sleigh,
And he climbed up on top,
And was quick on his way.
With a yell and a whistle,
And a snap of the reigns,
All the deer stood at ready,
As he called them by name.
Then I heard him exclaim,
As he flew out of sight,
"Thanks a lot for the help,
You sure saved my night."
I went inside and poured,
A single malt - neat,
Sat down by the fire,
And drifted to sleep.
In the morning I awoke,
The bottle almost empty,
And I remembered the dream,
Boy, I must have drunk plenty!
As I went to the shop,
I surely was thinking,
Another dream like that one,
And I would just give up drinking.
When what to my wondering eyes do I see,
But a bottle of Balvenie, and a new KMG.
Seems the old guy had come back,
After making his rounds,
But he didn't disturb me,
My sleep was so sound.
He poured himself a tall one,
and left me those gifts.
And that's why I still,
Believe in St. Nick.
Merry Christmas to all of my friends in Shop Talk.
Season's Greetings everyone for 2024.
Time for my annual post. I wrote this 15 years ago and have posted it every year since.
I'm in Vienna, Austria over the Holidays, so I am posting it before I leave.
Froelich Weinacht und חנוכה שמח, Alles!
'Twas The Night before......
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all thru the shop,
All projects were finished,
The work had been stopped.
The fire was cracklin',
In my warm, cozy house,
As I sat in my chair,
With a glass full of Grouse.
When all of a sudden,
There rose such a racket,
I slipped on my boots,
And grabbed my work jacket.
It could have been vandals,
Or perhaps a collapsed shelf,
But the last thing I expected,
Was a jolly old elf.
I stared at the old gent,
But he paid me no mind,
He lit off the forge,
And stuck in some iron.
It took a second to dawn,
And then the light went on in my head,
Santa was busy,
Fixing his sled.
He had clipped someone's chimney,
And broken a runner,
And with his sled out of commission,
Christmas was a goner.
We knew what to do,
Neither one said a word,
I grabbed a sledge hammer,
- He'd hit soft, I'd hit hard.
We drew out the skid,
Straight as a rail,
And just like Tai Goo,
Gave the end a twist and a curl.
We bolted it on ,
To his ancient old sleigh,
And he climbed up on top,
And was quick on his way.
With a yell and a whistle,
And a snap of the reigns,
All the deer stood at ready,
As he called them by name.
Then I heard him exclaim,
As he flew out of sight,
"Thanks a lot for the help,
You sure saved my night."
I went inside and poured,
A single malt - neat,
Sat down by the fire,
And drifted to sleep.
In the morning I awoke,
The bottle almost empty,
And I remembered the dream,
Boy, I must have drunk plenty!
As I went to the shop,
I surely was thinking,
Another dream like that one,
And I would just give up drinking.
When what to my wondering eyes do I see,
But a bottle of Balvenie, and a new KMG.
Seems the old guy had come back,
After making his rounds,
But he didn't disturb me,
My sleep was so sound.
He poured himself a tall one,
and left me those gifts.
And that's why I still,
Believe in St. Nick.
Merry Christmas to all of my friends in Shop Talk.
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