'Twas an Amateur Christmas
By Jack Wright, KC4ZEK
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when
all through the night,
We Amateurs sent messages, with the speed of light.
The stockings were hung by the ham rigs with care,
In hopes a new dual-bander, soon would be there.
And Ma with her HT, and I with my set,
Had just settled down for a long Winter's net.
Here and there are the books that we need,
Books that we’re crazy if we don’t read.
Books equal to motherhood, and apple pie,
Like Uncle Wayne, they Never Say Die!
When out in the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the window to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes should see,
But a plain gray van, with a license plate: "F C C".
With a little old driver so lively and
I knew as my heart sank, it was not St. Nick.
He knocked at the door, no chimney to help,
Said "I’m from the government, I’ll have those cookies & milk."
Now I thought to myself, "What a
With laser sharp eyes he was examining my ‘ticket’.
He tested the radios, one by one,
I held my breath, and tried not to run.
Now Yaesu, now Kenwood, now Ten-Tec and
On Comet, on Cushcraft, on Azden and Den-Tron,
To the top of the tower, to the end of
Now dash away, dash away, signals SO CLEAN!!
After testing my setup, and laughing so gay,
Not "HUMBUG" said he, but "Your rigs are OK".
Then he was away like a flash, no question
By then, he was just like Santa Claus to me.
And..I heard him exclaim ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"73's TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"
Reprinted with permission from Ham Radio
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