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- Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 02:48:37 -0500
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- Subject: Dxers Christmas
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- From 1970s edition of The DX Party Line on HCJB in Quito, Ecuador,
- with hosts Clayton & Helen Howard. Author unknown.
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- DX'ers Christmas
-
- 'Twas the night before Christmas and I was in bed,
- not a signal was stirring: the bands were all dead.
- An eight foot long stocking was hung: quite a trick,
- next to the chimney to fit a joystick.
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- Old Charlie was snuggled up tight in his bed,
- and visions of fairies danced in my head.
- I wore a new night-cap, I looked rather slick
- with built-in headphones: I don't miss a trick.
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- When up on the roof there rose such a racket,
- like my sixty-foot tower had slipped from its bracket.
- I ran to the window and opened it wide,
- I shivered and peered intently outside.
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- Moonlight on the crest of the new-fallen snow,
- disclosed a terrible sight down below.
- A twisted antenna and eight tiny deer,
- and a little old driver with a beard down to here.
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- He twisted and shouted so furiously
- while busily trying his reindeer to free.
- My tower I realized quicker than quick
- had just shot down an ex-jolly St. Nick.
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- I held my head and was calling my lawyer,
- when a begrudged Santa burst into my foyer.
- His eyes hardly glittered as he muttered a threat,
- I'll sue you Lauden-Boomer, I'll get you yet.
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- Red-faced with rage was the chubby old fellow,
- he shook when he yelled like a bowl full of jellow.
- A piece of antenna wire clenched tight in his teeth,
- while threats seemed to circle his head like a wreath.
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- With placating words I gave him a sandwich and punch,
- which he ate very quickly: him being without lunch.
- Then still complaining that I was a jerk
- he went straight to the chimney and started to work.
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- No joystick for you he said with a hoot,
- and filled up my stocking with ashes and soot.
- Then landing a clout alongside my nose
- and giving a nod up the chimney he rose.
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- He sprang to his reindeer now untangled,
- but from one runner my antenna dangled.
- He shouted out clearly S9 reception,
- Merry Christmas to all with just ONE exception.
-
- And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight...
- Wait till next year Charlie, I'll fix you alright.
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- Ian, N3CVA
- Season's Greetings, and
- 73 to ALL
-