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A Christmas Adventure (Add to the Poem)

Grant

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I had so much fun with this last year. All you do is add a verse or two, or three.......

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Twas the night before Christmas
The strip covered with snow
Santa was up, the cub ready to go




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Wilbur was waiting
Hot toddy in hand,
Checking the crosswinds
Waiting for Santa to land.
 
Santa stood on the ramp,
looked down and said "drat!",
the 800 by 4
left main tire had gone flat!

"those damn elves didn't preflight,
they really screwed up.
I need some bushwheels--
I better call Wup!"
 
Well Wup was tucked in
but his trailer was not
so we snuck in the back
and busted the lock

We grabbed 31's
and then put them on qucik
and the we decided
we should write him a check

So I whipped out my pen
and my checkbook to write
the biggest check ever
I'd written in my life!

I added a few bucks
for the lock that we broke
and tied it to a red bow
with a hand written note.

"Thanks for the tires
and the good service too
When Mrs. Claus asks
I'll tell her to call you"
 
He eyeballed the cub
then blurted out with a shout;
this cubs slow cold and cramped
Im gonna get me a SCOUT


Jim
 
When there arose such a clatter
that Jr threw back the shutter
just to see what was the matter with old 96 Disaster
 
the clatter was Mrs Claus,
that dear fine old lady,
firing up her
big ski-fitted 180,

she needed to catch
Santa in the air
so she cranked it on up
to 24 squared

the seaplane prop's howl
made her poor ears ache
but she was closing in on Santa
with a 50 knot overtake
 
I agree Steve...I'm getting my daily dose of laughter.
 
Now Santa had been naughty
We suspect probably twice
And Mrs. Claus in the screamer
Had a look to thaw ice

Now Claus was no moron
His momma raised no dupes
He pushed the Cub over
And flew into the soup
 
Twas the night before Christmas
My lips were all a quiver
I gave a cough
My float fell off
And drifted down the river (boom boom)



Twas the night before Christmas
The most merry night of the year
Some Cubs were full of fuel
But mine was full of beer.

Up strolled the Airfield Owner
with his face as bold as brass
Fuel is now six bucks a gall
Oh stick it up your ***
 
with no visible horizon, (all a blinding white mist...)
he fired up the EFIS, for this Cub was a Smith... :D

A flick of a switch and the R.U.D.O.L.P.H. blinked on (RED ULTRA DENSE OPTICAL LIGHT for PENETRATING HAZE)
and Santa continued, buzzing merrily along...
 
Yuletide was in peril
with santa's cub in the soup
cuz he looked down at the EFIS
and it said to reboot!

needle,ball,airspeed,
those good old stand-by's
kept santa's goose from cooking
when the terrain started to rise

he skimmed McKinley
St Helens & Mt Whitney
when he almost had a midair
with a jet chartered by Britney!

He skirted Vegas airspace
& changed destination
headed for Johnson Creek -
he needed a vacation!
 
If Santa was leaving
not a single present delivered,
all those expecting gifts,
their lips will start to quiver.

Ms. Claus noticed the departure
and she made a quick call.
She knew who could save Christmas
Angie DeVora - without a single Maule.

CubCrafters owners,
Angie knew right away,
all those shinny new cubs
would replace santa's sleigh.

In no time at all,
all the owners were amassed.
with this many cubs
the deliveries would go fast.

Hooray! Christmas is saved!
and Santa got his vacation
all the sport cubs and top cubs
buzzed Johnson Creak in Formation.
 
and in the slot position
was Carey wearing mitts
flying along in an
old S1 Pitts

without a warning
and no-one alerted
he stayed in formation
but rolled inverted
 
Canopy to canopy,
Like Maverick in Top Gun.
Santa gave Carey,
the "sign", I'm number one!

With the throttle full forward,
"A magnificent flyer".
But a belch from the muffler,
set the forest on fire.
 
The woods were a-burning
Along the Left Coast
People were fleeing
Lest they start to roast.

Whatever can we do?
Santa's Cub has farted
And now there is no way to
Stop the fire he has started.

No fear and no worries, Santa did say
'Cause I'll fix it all ere Christmas Day
And he fitted his Cub -- a real one, not fake
With tanks and a spray rig
And a day-old fruit cake

And he took to the skies to fix what he broke
Spraying bottled water amid the flames and the smoke
And when he was done, with a twinkle he said
Twas only me and my Cub,
So go back to bed.

As for me, I've got toys to deliver
Now the fire is out.
The Cub is all packed with some hanging out.
I'll see you soon, so hope for the best.
Just remember: God made all Cubs,
Darwin the rest.
 
But Darwin was only a prophet that talked of evolution
It was guys like Attlee, Firmin, Burl and Wup that came up with solutions
Cubs are to be modified to do the Cubdriver's tasks
Santa so contemplated as he nipped on his flask

Long wings, long gear, long flaps
Big tires, big baggage, big motors and big gas
Cross braces, shoulder harnesses, and safety cables to help in a crash
Anything to help save your a$$

So Santa has all of the trick stuff on his Cub
But he doesn't have it all, that is the rub
And hopes that his elves has packed some for his good boys
And they never talk about getting a Cessna, Mauls or Husky toys
 
Driving a Cub, we know the fit is real tight.
Imagine the confines with toys and at night.

Now remember that Santa's backside is quite wide.
We see him fly by and can't believe he's inside.

He got on the horn with his captain of elves.
He said in a loud voice, "Next year fly a TWELVE!"

It's faster, costs less, and performs almost as good.
Got more space inside to carry what should.
 
But then a cold chill gave Santa pause...
trade the 18 for a 12 and have to face Mrs. Claus?!

He knew she would huff and say something snide...
on second thought maybe a Cub, another 4 inches wide.
 
Another 4 inches
gave Santa a red face,
Mrs Clause would be happy
if it was in the right place. :D

As much as he wished,
he knew it wouldn't work.
Mrs Clause already said
she thought he was a jerk.

He came out of his dream,
with a big shuddering slam.
Wiped the frost from his brows,
He had just passed a purple spam can.
 
A purple spam can
And you passed it you say?
That's hard to believe,
Said Santa's ME.

To pass one at all
Is way bad enough
But to do it I can't imagine
In the front of a Cub.

Perhaps you should stop
On your way 'round the world
And I'll check you all over
From bottom to top.

As Santa sat in the seat of his Cub
He had visions of sugarplums and
The doc's rubber glove.

Listen Doc, he said.
Please listen to me.
I don't need an exam as all plainly see.
I'm as fit as a fiddle or maybe a tuba
Besides I'm not where you are, but instead over Cuba.

There's not much before me
But miles of The Deep
And I've so many to visit
While all are asleep."

I'll pass no more spam cans,
I promise you, Doc. 'Twas way too painful
Like a piece of the rock.

But if I spy a lone Husky
Or maybe a Maule
All bets are off.So goodnight to you all.
 
(two years already!!)

The word has come down - from the Saint, Jolly & Fat. The Cub sports 35's and really trick slats!

A 4 inch wider fuse, ported O-360, this Cub's really rockin' 8) ...but Santa thought..."it needs something more...I'd better call Calkins!"
 
The Thrustline mod, the Thrustline mod
I'll stop at Pierce's so he can hang it on as Santa thought
then up to Eaton's and check out his hot avatar bod.
I can drink beer and eat cookies and see his photoshop
but I best be quick, I got a lot of places to stop
'cause Mrs. Claus will be waiting
she can see me on her Spot...
 
Santa was there with shovel and scoop
Bent over to shovel more reindeer poop
"This is the last time I clean out the stable
Next year I deliver in a Piper Cub Coupe"
 
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