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"A Ham's Night Before Christmas," by Gary
Pearce, KN4AQ, was first posted on YouTube in November of 2011. This clever adaptation
of Clement Clark Moore's familiar Twas the Night Before Christmas.
The narration is accompanied by pictures of vintage magazine covers, advertisements,
and cartoons. It opens with the cover of the December 1920 edition of QST (first
edition ever printed was December of 1915).
Here are the first couple verses,
as discovered on Brainerd Area Amateur Radio Club website. Please visit them for
the rest of the poem, as well as other versions written by various authors. All
are very clever.
A Ham's Night Before
'Twas the night before
Christmas, And all through two-meters, Not a signal was keying up Any
repeaters. The antennas reached up From the tower, quite high, To catch
the weak signals That bounced from the sky. The children, Tech-Pluses,
Took their HT's to bed, And dreamed of the day They'd be Extras, instead.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house Not a creature
was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all
snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danc'd in their heads, And
Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long
winter's nap — When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from
the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the
new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below; When, what to
my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be
St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled,
and shouted, and call'd them by name: "Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer
and Vixen, "On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donder and Blitzen; "To the top of the
porch! To the top of the wall! "Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle,
mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the
sleigh full of toys — and St. Nicholas too: And then in a twinkling, I heard
on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head,
and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound: He
was dress'd all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnish'd
with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys was flung on his back, And he look'd
like a peddler just opening his pack: His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples:
how merry, His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; His droll little
mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the
snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled
his head like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That
shook when he laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly: He was chubby and plump, a
right jolly old elf, And I laugh'd when I saw him in spite of myself; A wink
of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill'd all the stockings;
then turn'd with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving
a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle: But I heard him exclaim,
ere he drove out of sight — Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
- Clement Clark Moore
Posted December 27, 2011
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