Happy Christmas!

As this is the 24th post of this Advent challenge that can only mean one thing, it’s Christmas tomorrow! Many thanks to all who have stuck with me through these posts everyday, this will likely be my last post until the New Year, lots of exciting things planned though so watch this space!

A Turbulent making the most a white Christmas time at Headcorn in 2010.

A Turbulent making the most a white Christmas time at Headcorn in 2010.

Looks like the Duxford engineers have been practicing their wrapping!

Looks like the Duxford engineers have been practicing their wrapping!

I’ll leave you with this Mustang themed version of “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” – Author Unknown:

‘Twas the night before Christmas all over the place, 
When we were suddenly confronted by an old flying ace. 
There was icing reported and turbulent air, 
He said “File me a flight plan, I gotta get there.” 

Outside sat his aircraft all ready to run, 
And the old man walked out to that P-51. 
“Bad weather’s no problem,” he silently mumbled, 
The prop came to life. . . that big ol’ Merlin rumbled. 

He eased in the throttle, the roar shook the ground, 
He taxied on out and he turned it around. 
He went through the run-up and seemed satisfied, 
Then he said to himself, “I’m in for a ride.”

So he lined it up straight as he poured on the coal, 
The tailwheel came up as he started to roll. 
Up off the runway, he sucked up the gear, 
And that mighty V-12 was all you could hear. 

He screamed overhead with a deafening crack, 
The blue flames were flying from each shiny stack. 
He pulled up the nose and started to climb, 
No ice on that airframe, it didn’t have time. 

On top of the weather with the levers all set, 
He looked up above him and saw a Lear jet. 
With jet fuel and turbines there just ain’t no class, 
Gimme pistons, and props and lots of avgas! 

Now he was approaching where he wanted to go, 
But weather had covered the runway with snow.
How will he land it? We just have to guess, 
Because the only way in was a full I-L-S. 

Then over the marker, he started his run, 
The ceiling was zero, visibility was none. 
Still going three hundred and he felt the need,
For an overhead break to diminish his speed.

Over the numbers he zoomed, along like a flash,
Pulled into his break, we just knew he would crash. 
Oh, why do they do it on these kind of nights?? 
Then over the threshold, we saw landing lights. 

“I’m on a short final with three in the green,
And I see enough runway to land this machine.” 
When he tied down that Mustang, they all heard him say. . . 
“Next year, I’m stickin’ with my reindeer and sleigh.”

Have a good Christmas from Warbird Tails!

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