First, A special thank you to all the "Elves" working Christmas

'Twas days before Christmas and there at the gate,
not a non-rev was stirring, all could but wait.
All held boarding passes securely in hand,
hoping against hope they wouldn't have to change plans.

When out on the tarmac I heard such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter,
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
but slipped on spilled coffee and hit my head on the glass.

When what to my blurring eyes should appear,
but a blue maintenance truck, decorated with eight tiny reindeer.
With a driver so handsome so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a licensed mec-han-ic.

More rapid than eagles his comrades they came,
and he whistled and shouted, and called them by name:
"On, Mikey! On, RJ! On Howie and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen!"

To the left and the right to the undercarriage they flew,
in the steady advance of a well-practiced crew.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
and changed tire and brake then turned with a jerk.

Then quick as they came, his accomplices they rose,
"ready to roll Captain" were the words that he chose.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas fellow non-revs and have a good flight."

MERRY CHRISTMAS