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A post from RR Line
A very good friend, Jim Miller, emailed me this way back in December of 1998. He is now deceased so I have no idea whom may have authored this.
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through my pike,
Not a steamer was stirring, not even a Mike.
My yard tracks were empty and bare,
In hopes that St. Nick would soon be there.
The diesels were nestled all snug in their sheds,
While visions of DCC danced in their heads.
While I, in my blue and white engineer's cap,
Had just settled down for a nice long nap.
When down in the train room, there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed so see what was the matter.
Away to the train room I flew like an ace,
Tripped over the cat and fell flat on my face.
I stifled a curse meant for Chessie the cat,
And I muttered to no one, "I meant to do that",
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an HO scale sleigh and eight Preiser reindeer.
With an engineer driving, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than GG-1s, onward they came,
And he blew a steam whistle and called them by name.
"On Athearn, On Lionel, Kato and Walthers!
On Kadee and Micro-Trains, Atlas and others!
To the top of the mountains of Hydrocal plaster,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away faster.
As dry leaves that behind a Genesis fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So in through the window the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of trains, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, on my roundhouse, I saw on the roof,
The prints in the ash of each HO scale hoof.
As I drew a deep breath and was turning around,
From beneath the benchwork, St. Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed like and engineer from head to foot,
And his clothes had that smell of ashes and soot.
A bundle of trains he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes - just like marker lights! Dimples, how merry!
His cheeks like a Warbonnet, nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his beard was so white, it would please Phoebe Snow.
He puffed on a pipe as he refilled its bowl,
And the smoke, it smelled just like bituminous coal.
He had a broad face and a belly I found,
That shook like a tank car with wheels out of round.
He was chubby and plump and I wanted to shout,
"Yes! The man's got a route the UP can't buy out."
A wink of his eye as he passed near the door,
Soon gave me to know I'd have freight cars galore.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He filled all my yard tracks then turned with a jerk.
Leaving an air brush he'd found on Ebay,
And giving a nod, he returned to his sleigh.
He pumped up the brakes, blew two blasts on his whistle,
And away they all flew like the down on a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! KEEP 'EM ROLLING! GOOD NIGHT!"
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through my pike,
Not a steamer was stirring, not even a Mike.
My yard tracks were empty and bare,
In hopes that St. Nick would soon be there.
The diesels were nestled all snug in their sheds,
While visions of DCC danced in their heads.
While I, in my blue and white engineer's cap,
Had just settled down for a nice long nap.
When down in the train room, there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed so see what was the matter.
Away to the train room I flew like an ace,
Tripped over the cat and fell flat on my face.
I stifled a curse meant for Chessie the cat,
And I muttered to no one, "I meant to do that",
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an HO scale sleigh and eight Preiser reindeer.
With an engineer driving, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than GG-1s, onward they came,
And he blew a steam whistle and called them by name.
"On Athearn, On Lionel, Kato and Walthers!
On Kadee and Micro-Trains, Atlas and others!
To the top of the mountains of Hydrocal plaster,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away faster.
As dry leaves that behind a Genesis fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So in through the window the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of trains, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, on my roundhouse, I saw on the roof,
The prints in the ash of each HO scale hoof.
As I drew a deep breath and was turning around,
From beneath the benchwork, St. Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed like and engineer from head to foot,
And his clothes had that smell of ashes and soot.
A bundle of trains he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes - just like marker lights! Dimples, how merry!
His cheeks like a Warbonnet, nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his beard was so white, it would please Phoebe Snow.
He puffed on a pipe as he refilled its bowl,
And the smoke, it smelled just like bituminous coal.
He had a broad face and a belly I found,
That shook like a tank car with wheels out of round.
He was chubby and plump and I wanted to shout,
"Yes! The man's got a route the UP can't buy out."
A wink of his eye as he passed near the door,
Soon gave me to know I'd have freight cars galore.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He filled all my yard tracks then turned with a jerk.
Leaving an air brush he'd found on Ebay,
And giving a nod, he returned to his sleigh.
He pumped up the brakes, blew two blasts on his whistle,
And away they all flew like the down on a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! KEEP 'EM ROLLING! GOOD NIGHT!"
Comments
Thank You for that it is so well done. .........Carl......