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whiteclouder
12-18-2006, 01:28 PM
SANTA GOES HI-TECH

The Flight Control at Anchorage was first to see him stray,
High in the sky, movin’ west to east, plain headin’ the wrong way.
Controllers scrambled, radios squawked, all hell broke loose up there
As word went out that Santa’s sleigh had vanished in thin air.

With frantic calls to pow’rs that be, and others with some clout
Plans were devised, consultants called, to help poor Santa out.
They knew the problem; he’d been warned, by elves and other folk
Ya keep what works, ya trust the old, don’t fix it less it’s broke.

But folks at K-Mart sold him well, and promised with a smirk
He’d halve the time he’d spend aloft, and save him tons of work.
So VISA flashed and forms spilled out—six feet of print or more
‘N Nick, he took the salesman’s pitch, and sauntered out the door.

Eight distressed reindeer did their best, to keep the coach on track
They’d turn the way they used to do and Santa’d haul ‘em back.
Twas plain to see they’re runnin’ blind, a fumblin’ in the dark,
No Red Nose up there leadin’ them, no light, nay, not a spark.

Saint Nick’las tried to read the script, six languages provided.
Use table four, on page sixteen, if feeling undecided.
The garbled mass of fractured Chinglish, posing as instruction,
To misconstrue a single word could easily mean destruction.

Twice o’er the strip the outfit flew, as Santa did his best
To get control, for an upwind pass, and put the sled to rest.
He found the outer marker, Marconi to the thanked
And with a shout he hung on tight, and round the Pole they banked.

Onto the ground and cross the yard ol’ Red Suit made a dash,
Around the back, to stable door, he charged in with a crash.
“Oh, Rudolph, with your nose so bright, my private radar dome,
I need your help, forgive me Son, for leavin’ you at home.”

And to the front, the Nosey One, once more regained his place,
And taxied them quite easily, and lifted off with grace
Into the Christmas coming night, they didn’t have to guess,
‘Cause Santa chucked, without a blink, his brand new GPS.


JWS
Christmas/2006

salsa
12-18-2006, 05:22 PM
gotta love that GPS


Merry Christmas WC

Market is still kickin it into outer space eh?

ravenblanc
12-18-2006, 08:19 PM
Very entertaining :happy Thanks and
Merry Christmas.