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Drilling_857
12-23-2004, 09:40 AM
Here is my rendition of the original €˜A visit from St. Nicholas€ by Clement C. Moore(also known as €˜Twas the night before Christmas€).

€˜A visit from Oleg€
by Wildjager the Drilling

€˜Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house.
Not a computer was stirring, not even it€s mouse;
The hard drives were hung by the flight stick with care;
In hopes that something from Oleg soon would be their;

The young vPilots were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of new aircraft launched in their heads;
And Mamma in her flight suit, and I in my tracker hat,
Had just decided to fly one more winter€s BARCAP;

When all of a sudden there came rounds of such clatter,
I had to check six to see what was the matter.
Away from my cougar I flew like a tracer flash,
Forgetting chocks my fighter went swimming then crash.

The moon, on the fantail with the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of €˜Midway€ to the flight deck below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny planes full of upgrades and cheer.

With a little old programmer, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Oleg playing St. Nick.
More rapid than €˜Warhawks€ his coursers they came,
And he radioed, and shouted, and called them by name;

€œNow, Messerschmitt! Now, Fokke-Wulf! Now, Heinkel and Junkers!
On, Curtiss! On, Vickers! Return to base Northrop and Grumman!!
To the top of the flight deck! To the top of the tower!
Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away, full power!€

As the dry heaves that before the wild €˜Hurricanes€ fly,
When they meet with cannon fire, mount to the sky;
So up to the bridge the courses they flew,
With the sleigh full of patches, and Oleg too.

And then, in a twinkling, I was happy to hear
Each tiny plane as it lowered it€s gear-
As I opened my canopy, and was turning around,
Down the tower Oleg came with a bound.

He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with flak ash and engine soot;
A bundle of patches he had flung on his back,
And he look€d like he had bailed and just opened his pack.

His eyes- how they crossed! His dimples how hairy!
His cheeks were like warheads, his nose just plain scary!
His droll little mouth was drawn up and looked cold,
And the beard of his chin was as gray as some mold;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his dentures,
And the smoke it encircled his head like wild adventures;
He had a broad face and a sexy round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like woman wrestlers in a ring full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old programmer,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my grammar;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had no corporate idiots to dread;

He spoke not a word of English, but went straight to programming,
And filled all the hard drives and removed all the spamming,
And laying his flight stick aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, off the flight deck he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his 1C team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the smoke trail of a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight,
€œHappy Christmas to all, and to all a good flight.€


You all have a great holiday and a special thanks to Oleg and team
For all your hard work and support, Merry Christmas guys!

S! Drilling

Drilling_857
12-23-2004, 09:40 AM
Here is my rendition of the original €˜A visit from St. Nicholas€ by Clement C. Moore(also known as €˜Twas the night before Christmas€).

€˜A visit from Oleg€
by Wildjager the Drilling

€˜Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house.
Not a computer was stirring, not even it€s mouse;
The hard drives were hung by the flight stick with care;
In hopes that something from Oleg soon would be their;

The young vPilots were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of new aircraft launched in their heads;
And Mamma in her flight suit, and I in my tracker hat,
Had just decided to fly one more winter€s BARCAP;

When all of a sudden there came rounds of such clatter,
I had to check six to see what was the matter.
Away from my cougar I flew like a tracer flash,
Forgetting chocks my fighter went swimming then crash.

The moon, on the fantail with the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of €˜Midway€ to the flight deck below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny planes full of upgrades and cheer.

With a little old programmer, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Oleg playing St. Nick.
More rapid than €˜Warhawks€ his coursers they came,
And he radioed, and shouted, and called them by name;

€œNow, Messerschmitt! Now, Fokke-Wulf! Now, Heinkel and Junkers!
On, Curtiss! On, Vickers! Return to base Northrop and Grumman!!
To the top of the flight deck! To the top of the tower!
Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away, full power!€

As the dry heaves that before the wild €˜Hurricanes€ fly,
When they meet with cannon fire, mount to the sky;
So up to the bridge the courses they flew,
With the sleigh full of patches, and Oleg too.

And then, in a twinkling, I was happy to hear
Each tiny plane as it lowered it€s gear-
As I opened my canopy, and was turning around,
Down the tower Oleg came with a bound.

He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with flak ash and engine soot;
A bundle of patches he had flung on his back,
And he look€d like he had bailed and just opened his pack.

His eyes- how they crossed! His dimples how hairy!
His cheeks were like warheads, his nose just plain scary!
His droll little mouth was drawn up and looked cold,
And the beard of his chin was as gray as some mold;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his dentures,
And the smoke it encircled his head like wild adventures;
He had a broad face and a sexy round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like woman wrestlers in a ring full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old programmer,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my grammar;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had no corporate idiots to dread;

He spoke not a word of English, but went straight to programming,
And filled all the hard drives and removed all the spamming,
And laying his flight stick aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, off the flight deck he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his 1C team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the smoke trail of a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight,
€œHappy Christmas to all, and to all a good flight.€


You all have a great holiday and a special thanks to Oleg and team
For all your hard work and support, Merry Christmas guys!

S! Drilling

9th_Bloodfist
12-23-2004, 09:44 AM
GET A LIFE LOL.

Krt_Bong
12-23-2004, 09:47 AM
Very cool

SKULLS_Exec01
12-23-2004, 10:01 AM
LMAO - I love it - great work Drilling! I salute you S!
I'm sure once Oleg reads it - it will be printed out and hung on his wall for a good long time - Great work!! Bump

367th_Hoss
12-23-2004, 04:27 PM
Nice piece of work Sir!!

Blue Skies,
Hoss

flockzap
12-23-2004, 04:59 PM
That´s a very well done piece of literature.
Merry Christmas

Flockzap

Beirut
12-23-2004, 06:25 PM
With compliments to Drilling_857. (And a lump of coal for Bloodfist for being so rude.)

I wrote this a few years ago and post it every Christmas. It's my thank you to everyone here who makes this such a great sim and forum.

Ahem...

Spitfire Bear and the three Messerschmitts

A long time ago on a very cold day
In between fall and spring I would say
T€was darkest December and the world was at war
In the midst of great conflict, the year €˜44

Alone in his cave all snugly and warm
Slept Spitfire Bear safe from the storm
For the winds they were howling and the sky it was gray
In bed was our hero where he thought he would stay

The minutes they passed the seconds ticked by
And Spitfire Bear stayed cozy and dry
But outside the cave the sky it was clearing
The weather was changing and danger was nearing

The first hint of the trouble was the ring of the bell
That awoke Spitfire Bear from his sleep-sleepiful spell
The dreams and the dreaming he left far behind
In a world that was peaceful and friendly and kind

For the world he now entered was different you see
It held menace, foreboding for he, thee and she
The world was at war and our Bear was a fighter
His mind began racing his stomach grew tighter

He raced to the airstrip to line up with his friends
The ones he counts on to help him defends
The country he lives in, the place he calls home
But when he got to the runway he was sadly alone

He said in the radio €œwhere are the rest?€
The tower responded €œyou€re alone, do your best€
€œWell what is the trouble, what am I facing€
The radio crackled €œInbound- three Messerschmitts racing€

€œHoly Good Gravy€ said the Bear €œthis is crazy€
And fired up his Merlin spewing smoke dark and hazy
He lined up his sights on the runway quite straight
Hit throttle, dropped brakes, there was no time to wait

He countered the torque and fought with the pedals
His flight suit covered with badges and medals
He got the right speed and pulled back the stick
He was airborne and racing to Angels 10 quick

Spitfire Bear heard the call and was directed
To 90 degrees and to stay undetected
And to climb even higher and search for the Hun
The three Messerschmitts hiding in the new morning sun

He looked and he climbed and he banked and he rolled
Peering and looking for the evil foretold
There in the distance he saw them at last
And pushed up the throttle to the notch that read €œfast€

His Merlin it screamed to turn on to their tail
He was trying to sneak up and hoped he won€t fail
With deftness and tactics he pulled off the feat
And with confidence proud said €œThese Huns I will beat€

He was pulling up fast on the six of the Kraut
Let loose his first burst, his aim not in doubt
The bullets tore off through the air without care
Hit the 109 blind, hey - war it ain€t fair

He fired again from his .303 gun
For Spitfire Bear was a bear a MK I
He tore into the wing and into the tail
From the cockpit the German he started to bail

Spitfire Bear let loose another quick burst
He was dead on the second just like the first
Gas oil and smoke from the airframe erupted
That Messerchmitt Nazi was badly disrupted

It rolled and it dove and turned back for home
Leaving one Bear and one Messerschmitt in the sky all alone
This third of the Nazis was to dogfights no stranger
He knew of the tactics and knew of the danger

He kicked up the speed and hit the methanol too
And flew high in the sky where the clear air was blue
He maneuvered his airframe with great skill that day
For the Hun was an ace and wanted to keep it that way

But Spitfire Bear was no slouch in the air
He had a dogfight persona and the thousand yard stare
He went after the German and did it with care
Soared high in the sky in the Huns sunny lair

They twisted they turned to win a good shot
Sometimes it was close sometimes it was not
Tracers were burning through the clouds and the sky
They knew both that one was surely to die

The Spitfire rolled and flipped €˜round inverted
The Merlin choked out, its fuel feed perverted
Our Bear didn€t panic, he kept up the fight
The Messerschmitt soared up high to the light

The Hun gained the sun took a shot took a dare
And poked a great hole in Spitfire Bear
The Spitfire was wounded and started to burn
Then stalled and then spun on the very next turn

The German lined up to turn up the kill
The Hun had advantage - the Bear he had nil
Then just as the German was aiming his sight
To fire a burst and finish the fight€¦€¦€¦

Along came a sleigh packing reindeer and lead
To join Spitfire Bear and kill the German quite dead
Rudolph fired first a withering burst
That sliced the Messerschmitt into liver and wurst

Then Danner took aim and let €˜em all rip
The bullets piercing through steel after a thousand foot trip
The Messershmidt smoked, then stalled out and fell
The pilot jumped out, where he€d land could not tell

Rudolph lined up on the parachute pilot
And prepared with all haste to help the Hun buy it
But Santa yelled out in a great blustery storm
€œRudolph! Mowing chutes is truly bad form€

His paw off the trigger, Rudolph fell back in line
Then raced with the sleigh to save our Bear just in time
Santa reached out and took the Spit by the wing
Brought it to earth safely then Santa started to sing

He sang Christmas carols and handed out toys
To Spitfire Bear and the rest of the boys
To the Hurricanes, Typhoons and Lancasters too
Then off in the air ol€ Santa he flew

Now Spitfire Bear is back in his cave
After a shower and after a shave
He rests by the fire, his airframe like new
Turns to Mrs. Spitfire and says €œI love you€

The moral is here you just have to see
That Santa hates Nazis, but likes you and me
The Commonwealth folk and Americans too
And his gift to the Bear was a Spit, a MKII

Drilling_857
12-24-2004, 04:23 PM
Ho,ho,ho http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/16x16_smiley-wink.gif

nRsberger
12-24-2004, 04:51 PM
9th_Bloodfist

get a life as you say

lol me thinks you aint got 1

i think its great guys

dont listen to that **** http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/11.gif