‘Twas the night before Christmas, and across the ’94
Laid under the trees were presents galore;
The HT were all nestled in their chargers with care,
In the hopes festive contacts would soon be there;
Technicians scanned repeaters for voices they knew,
For news of a visitor now long overdue;
And I on my digital, and Dave on his key,
Waited for messages of what was to be;
When down on the bands, there arose such a clatter,
I narrowed the filters to cut down the splatter;
I sprang to 40 meters, and slid down the band,
Crossed all the fingers I had on each hand;
The waterfall on my rig that lit up my display
Gave a luster of Christmas with the colors in play;
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a simple CQ SANTA announcing Santa was near.