12/16/2024
Dane Schad (one of our members) composed an aviation-related Christmas poem to share.
‘Twas the flight before Christmas, and all through the hangar
The coffee, from stirring, its aroma did linger
The red tags we’d hung from the aircraft with care
Removed in the hopes we’d soon be in the air
The children were strapped in all snug and were fed
With aviators and Bose sets donned on their heads
And Momma in her Lightspeed, and I in my Clark
Had just pulled the plane out and folded the chart
I turned the key on, the Lycoming did clatter
Then tuned in the ATIS, to check on the weather
Closed up the window and cleared off the dash
Tested the rudder and gave it some gas
The Mooney did crest as I taxied out slow
I checked on the oil temp, amperage, and fuel flow
When what to my ADSB did appear
But a P-51 Mustang and eight Pioneers
When the fighter plane pilot talked loudly and quick
I knew from his tail number, that it was St. Nick
A rapid descent through the fixes he came
The tower requested he report them by name
On SANTA!, on CLAUS!, on COMNG!, on TOWNN!
He was above glidepath, and not coming down
Going missed to MSLTO!, entering KSSNG hold!
Stay in that pattern, the pilot was told
The tower cleared him to try it again
So he entered the approach and asked for the wind
So down to the minimums, the old pilot flew
With a plane full of toys and a passenger too
And then with a crosswind he greased with a squeal
And perfectly touched down each little wheel
As I did my own run-up and was holding short now
St. Nick cleared the runway and switched o’er to Ground
He was dressed in a tie, epaulettes on his shirt
Though the belly of his plane was covered in dirt
He opened his trusty electronic app
And for his next flight he started to pack
His IFR flight plan was closed—not to worry!
He checked all the notams but not in a hurry
After parking his plane at the old FBO
He then checked the weather—the outlook said “SN”
Found a quick snack and then brushed his teeth
Filled out his logbook and propped up his feet
Reviewed weight and balance and turned on the telly
Watched some GA clips and scrolled on his celly
Grabbed a few plane magazines off the shelf
They had some good stories, I read them myself
A blink of his eyes and a nod of his head
He soon knew that he should be going to bed
He took a short nap and began to awake
The storm had passed over, not even a flake
(Long before that, I took off and lifted the nose
To cruising altitude of 4000 I rose)
He started the courtesy car with a jiggle
A few gentle words, some strong, and a wiggle
And I’m sure he exclaimed as he drove thru the night
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a safe flight!