[T2] Thanks George L.

[Al Brase]

I imagine this was from about 1997? 20 years later, many of these folks are
no longer with us: Bob Hoover, Steve Dolan? Don't know the others
Wishing you all the best, this December of 2018,
Al Brase

On Thu, Dec 20, 2018 at 7:07 PM c.dreike <c.dreike at verizon.net> wrote:

> This is from a post on 12/26/2008.
>
> With Thanks to George Lyle where ever he may be, Bless Him.
>
> I know that this has been posted most years. Hope you all enjoy it once
> more.
> Chris
> 64 DD Kamper Kit
>
>   A VISIT FROM SAINT NICHOLAS
>
> (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
>
> 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Westy
> Not a creature was stirring, not even our dog Pesty;
> The stockings were hung from the visors with care,
> In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
> The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
> While visions of split-windows danced in their heads;
> And mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
> Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
> When out in the campground there arose such a clatter,
> I sprang from the bunk to see what was the matter.
>
> Away to the windshield I flew like Hatari,
> Parted the curtains and flipped up a safari.
> The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
> Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
> When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
> But nine miniature buses, carrying nine tiny reindeer,
> Oops! not the last bus, its driver, so quick,
> I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
> 35 miles per hour up the hill they came,
> And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
>
> "Now, BREADLOAF! now, DELUXE! now, BAY and KOMBI!
> On, BARNDOOR! on SAMBA! on, HIGHROOF and BULLI!
> To the top of the hill! Right next to the wall!
> Now putt away! putt away! putt away all!"
> So up to our hill-top the buses they flew,
> Packed chock-full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
> And then, in a twinkling, I heard like a knocker
> The tapping and rapping of each little rocker.
> As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
>    From our pop-top St. Nicholas came in with a bound.
> A bundle of parts he had flung on his back,
> And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
>
> Upholstery for Marie, disk brakes for Mitch
> A tranny for Steve, and a new headlight switch.
> Deep in the bag was a little barndoor for Ken,
> Who as we all know is a darn good admin.
> And of course there's chilly Mr. Shoemacher,
> For whom Santa has an NOS Eberspacher.
> For Nikki there are hubcaps, for John a CV
> (This isn't how I heard this read on TV!)
> For Bob there were manuals in the original German,
> They'll come in handy when he writes a new Sermon.
> A new speedo for Thom, valve guides for Gary,
> Headlights for David, to keep him all merry.
> For Kathy there'll be a year's pass to ski.
> She'll drive to the slopes in Her Majesty!
> Stainless screws for Sean, a fan for Ed,
> Keep that heat flowin. so his cheeks don.t get red.
>
> Santa spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
> And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
> And laying his finger aside of his nose,
> And giving a nod, through the pop-top he rose;
> He sprang to his bus, to his team gave a whistle,
> And away they all drove like the down of a thistle.
> But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
> "HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."
>
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