Stacy E. Apelt - Bladesmith
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- Aug 20, 2004
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'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,
So 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 he 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 was empty,
And I remembered the dream,
Boy, I must have drank plenty!
As I went out to the shop,
I surely was thinking,
If I have another dream like that one,
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 want to disturb me,
My sleep was so sound.
He poured himself a glass,
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.
And all thru the shop,
All projects were finished ,
The work had been stopped.
The fire was cracklin',
In my warm, cozy house,
So 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 he 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 was empty,
And I remembered the dream,
Boy, I must have drank plenty!
As I went out to the shop,
I surely was thinking,
If I have another dream like that one,
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 want to disturb me,
My sleep was so sound.
He poured himself a glass,
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.
