Congrats Bob C for his Christmas Poem on Notch 6

Can you post the text? I like to add my own emphasis. Lol. 

Twas the night before Christmas and in the loco house

not an engine was stirring, and not even a mouse.

The tenders were filled with anthracite fare,

In hopes that a Bigboy soon would be there.

 

The operators were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of train sets danced in their heads.

And jimmy in his kerchief and I with my dog,little Rover

Shut down our layouts for a long evening's layover.

 

When up in the attic there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the attic I flew, with straight standing hairs,

Tore open the shutters and walked up the stairs.

 

The moonlight on the breast of a new fallen snow

Gave the luster of mid day to objects I know.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a full blown layout and 8 tiny reindeer.

 

With the little old driver in Bigboy, so nimble and quick,

I knew in a moment that it must be Saint Nick.

More rapid than lightning, he fired his Bigboy,

And whistled and shouted and sounded with joy.

 

Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen

On Comet,on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen.

To the reindeer car at the top of the wall!

Now dash away ,dash away,dash away all!

 

Now we have Maddox and Melvin, mahout,

More than enough to carry us out.

Santa left Bigboy and boarded his sleigh

While Rich hitched up Maddox and gave him some hay.

 

Then up to the house tops they merrily flew,

With a sleigh full of toys and Saint Nicholas too.

Maddox was working his pachyderm best,

and Melvin mahout gushed with holiday zest.

 

They were dressed all in fur from their heads to their feet,

And their clothes were tarnished with ashes and sleet.

Bundles of trains they had slung on their backs

And they looked just like peddlers opening their packs.

 

Santa had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

His cheeks were like fire ,his nose like a cherry

His goal this night was to make people merry.

 

They spoke not a word but went straight to their work,

And set up the layouts with not a quirk.

By Santa laying his finger aside of his nose,

Both up the chimneys they merrily rose.

 

And once on their way,Santa yelled in his flight:

 

"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT"

 

Bob C.

Very Good, Bob!!!

Merry Christmas to you!

Thank you very much. But the real credit goes to Clement C. Moore from whom I borrowed its flavor.

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Bob C.

What is Notch6? O gauge Radio. See the banner at the top with all the sponsors. Merry Christmas Bob.

Great poem, just perfect for Christmas.  Thanks for posting text.

Merry Christmas,

TEX

Steve

Great Bob!!!  And a wonderful job Derek is doing both on Notch 6 and on our OGR Facebook page....

Alan