alaskadrifter
Landing gear operator
I can't believe it's been a year since I posted this last. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone!
'Twas the night before Christmas
Santa Claus was awaitin'
For his clearance from center
It was the dead of winter
And all the good girls and boys
Were waiting for their toys
But not even the cold
Could make Santa hold
So Santa got a special
Because his first stop was Bethel
The wind was a blowin'
But Captain Claus wouldn't be slowin'
Towards Anchorage he was headed
Which Rudolph had dreaded
Crowded airspace was not his thing
And under a Super Cub wing
Many a cousin had found their demise
And were cooked with homemade fries!
Santa's transponder was set
Twelve Twenty-Five and ident
"Speed up" approach said
Unless you want to be dead
There is a jet behind you
And your Speed is only Fifty-Two
But before they could call
Claus had emptied his haul
And he was headed "direct to"
Kalamazoo,
And then on to the the other states,
He made the Air Force irate,
By busting a Presidential TFR,
But when they had scrambled St Nick was afar,
By the time Santa left Dover,
The night was almost over,
He had his fill
Of cookies to the gill,
But he was still under gross
So he stopped for milk and toast,
Soon North Pole Tower had cleared,
RNAV for the man with the belly and beard,
But the weather was low
And a gale it did blow,
But Santa was qualified,
For he passed an instrument and multi-reindeer check ride,
The ceilings were at mins
And with the powerful winds
the Autopilot he turned off,
Santa handled the winds like a boss,
Established on the final approach course he was cleared to descend,
Everything was working the DA no need to amend,
Going missed Santa did dread
After the long flight he was ready for bed,
At one hundred above
Rudolph's nose he did love,
The approach lights Claus could see,
And the sight filled him with glee,
He rounded out the flare
With nary a care,
Mrs Claus came to meet the sleigh
To bring the reindeer some hay,
Vixen came to a hover
And good children all over
Would awaken to gifts,
The ceilings started to lift
And a beautiful full moon filled the sky
That night spirits were high,
And Santa enjoyed some egg nog with Rum
And he sang ho ho hum
There was no need to touch the throttle
So he carried his bottle
And sat down by the fire
Where he did retire
Until next year,
Maybe he would charter a Lear.
'Twas the night before Christmas
Santa Claus was awaitin'
For his clearance from center
It was the dead of winter
And all the good girls and boys
Were waiting for their toys
But not even the cold
Could make Santa hold
So Santa got a special
Because his first stop was Bethel
The wind was a blowin'
But Captain Claus wouldn't be slowin'
Towards Anchorage he was headed
Which Rudolph had dreaded
Crowded airspace was not his thing
And under a Super Cub wing
Many a cousin had found their demise
And were cooked with homemade fries!
Santa's transponder was set
Twelve Twenty-Five and ident
"Speed up" approach said
Unless you want to be dead
There is a jet behind you
And your Speed is only Fifty-Two
But before they could call
Claus had emptied his haul
And he was headed "direct to"
Kalamazoo,
And then on to the the other states,
He made the Air Force irate,
By busting a Presidential TFR,
But when they had scrambled St Nick was afar,
By the time Santa left Dover,
The night was almost over,
He had his fill
Of cookies to the gill,
But he was still under gross
So he stopped for milk and toast,
Soon North Pole Tower had cleared,
RNAV for the man with the belly and beard,
But the weather was low
And a gale it did blow,
But Santa was qualified,
For he passed an instrument and multi-reindeer check ride,
The ceilings were at mins
And with the powerful winds
the Autopilot he turned off,
Santa handled the winds like a boss,
Established on the final approach course he was cleared to descend,
Everything was working the DA no need to amend,
Going missed Santa did dread
After the long flight he was ready for bed,
At one hundred above
Rudolph's nose he did love,
The approach lights Claus could see,
And the sight filled him with glee,
He rounded out the flare
With nary a care,
Mrs Claus came to meet the sleigh
To bring the reindeer some hay,
Vixen came to a hover
And good children all over
Would awaken to gifts,
The ceilings started to lift
And a beautiful full moon filled the sky
That night spirits were high,
And Santa enjoyed some egg nog with Rum
And he sang ho ho hum
There was no need to touch the throttle
So he carried his bottle
And sat down by the fire
Where he did retire
Until next year,
Maybe he would charter a Lear.
