Stacy E. Apelt - Bladesmith
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Its here already. Time to post this again.
'Twas The Night before......
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all thru the shop,
All the 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 of Old 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 sledgehammer,
...He'd hit soft, I'd hit hard.
We drew out the skid,
Straight as a rail,
And just like Tai Goo,
Gave it a twist and a curl.
We bolted it onto,
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 might 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,
I was sleeping so sound.
He poured himself a tall drink,
and left me those gifts.
And that's why I still,
Believe in St. Nick.
Merry Christmas and Hanukkah Sameach to all my friends in Shop Talk - Stacy Elliott Apelt, FSA Scot
Stacy E. Apelt
'Twas The Night before......
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all thru the shop,
All the 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 of Old 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 sledgehammer,
...He'd hit soft, I'd hit hard.
We drew out the skid,
Straight as a rail,
And just like Tai Goo,
Gave it a twist and a curl.
We bolted it onto,
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 might 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,
I was sleeping so sound.
He poured himself a tall drink,
and left me those gifts.
And that's why I still,
Believe in St. Nick.
Merry Christmas and Hanukkah Sameach to all my friends in Shop Talk - Stacy Elliott Apelt, FSA Scot
Stacy E. Apelt
Merry Christmas!