[Fists] Ham Christmas

[Carl L Deaver]

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the  shack, The rig was 
turned off, the mike cord lay slack.  The antenna rotor had made its last 
turn, The tubes in the linear have long ceased to burn.  I sat there 
relaxing and took off my specs, Preparing to daydream of armchair DX, When 
suddenly outside I heard such a sound, I dashed out the door to see what 
was around.
The moon shone down brightly and lighted the night-For sure, propagation 
for the low bands was right.  I peered towards the roof where I heard all 
the  racket, And there was some guy in a red, fur-trimmed jacket.  I stood 
there perplexed in a manner quite giddy.  Just who was this stranger - di 
di dah dah di di?  He looked very much like an FCC guy, Who'd come to check 
up on some bad TVI.
I shouted to him, "OM, QRZ"
"Hey, you by the chimney, all dressed up in red."
I suddenly knew when I heard sleighbells jingle.
The guy on the rooftop was jolly Kris Kringle.  He had a big sack full of 
amateur gear, Which made a big load for a prancing reindeer.  Transmitters, 
receivers, for cabinets and racks, Some meters and scopes and a lot of 
co-ax.
He said not a word 'cause he'd finished his work He picked up his sack, 
then he turned with a jerk.  As he leaped to his sleigh, he shouted with 
glee, And I knew in a moment he'd be QRT.  But I heard him transmit as he 
flew o'er the tree "Happy Christmas to all, and to all seventy-three!"