ENJOY !! and laugh a little too.
Dedicated to my wife, Mrs. Atlantic Beach (I don''t care where I sit as long as it''s 2C and Sure, I''ll go on that Mileage Run with you if we can spend at least three nights at a Four Seasons) and my daughter, ABBeachBear, who posted the idea on 12/16/02 and had the good sense to study for her final exams instead of writing this poem.
''Twas the Flight Before Christmas
(with apologies to Clement Moore)
''Twas the flight before Christmas in First Class and Coach,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a roach;
The carry-ons were placed in the overheads with care
In hopes that DIP financing soon would be there.
The pax were nestled all snug in their seats,
Hoping to Get Out More and some other treats.
With the A in her beehive and the mechanics ball cap,
We all settled in, hoping to avoid Philly''s trap.
When out on the tarmac there arose such a clatter
I turned from my drink (with green lime) to see what''s the matter;
Was it a moose, goose or deer smash
Or just 2 330''s in a back-up crash?
It was only an hour, our normal ground hold
When Steve Wolf appeared and came in from the cold;
And I realized that the others all sitting near me,
Each had the rank of at least Senior VP.
Now Bronner, now Isom, now Dave and Michelle,
On Crellin and Glass, and Ben give them hell.
Treat the customers bad and the employees worse,
On Dash-8s and RJs. Always be terse.
I wanted to sell and make lots of money,
But something happened that wasn''t so funny;
We tried fees and rules and had the worst coaches,
And from out of seat pockets emerged these cockroaches.
If it wasn''t for staff always doing their best,
This airline would be on its'' eternal rest.
They made the passengers come back and be really loyal;
Despite some decisions and screw-ups so royal.
He then spoke not a word and jumped off the plane,
Followed by take-off clearance, had we all gone insane?
We rotated, gear up and skyward we rose
And I realize this ditty must now be closed.
To Piney and Ira and Deel, Cockroach Kings,
Doc, Tom, Zahn, ITRADE have all earned their wings;
An apology to others whose names aren''t in sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good flight!
Dedicated to my wife, Mrs. Atlantic Beach (I don''t care where I sit as long as it''s 2C and Sure, I''ll go on that Mileage Run with you if we can spend at least three nights at a Four Seasons) and my daughter, ABBeachBear, who posted the idea on 12/16/02 and had the good sense to study for her final exams instead of writing this poem.
''Twas the Flight Before Christmas
(with apologies to Clement Moore)
''Twas the flight before Christmas in First Class and Coach,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a roach;
The carry-ons were placed in the overheads with care
In hopes that DIP financing soon would be there.
The pax were nestled all snug in their seats,
Hoping to Get Out More and some other treats.
With the A in her beehive and the mechanics ball cap,
We all settled in, hoping to avoid Philly''s trap.
When out on the tarmac there arose such a clatter
I turned from my drink (with green lime) to see what''s the matter;
Was it a moose, goose or deer smash
Or just 2 330''s in a back-up crash?
It was only an hour, our normal ground hold
When Steve Wolf appeared and came in from the cold;
And I realized that the others all sitting near me,
Each had the rank of at least Senior VP.
Now Bronner, now Isom, now Dave and Michelle,
On Crellin and Glass, and Ben give them hell.
Treat the customers bad and the employees worse,
On Dash-8s and RJs. Always be terse.
I wanted to sell and make lots of money,
But something happened that wasn''t so funny;
We tried fees and rules and had the worst coaches,
And from out of seat pockets emerged these cockroaches.
If it wasn''t for staff always doing their best,
This airline would be on its'' eternal rest.
They made the passengers come back and be really loyal;
Despite some decisions and screw-ups so royal.
He then spoke not a word and jumped off the plane,
Followed by take-off clearance, had we all gone insane?
We rotated, gear up and skyward we rose
And I realize this ditty must now be closed.
To Piney and Ira and Deel, Cockroach Kings,
Doc, Tom, Zahn, ITRADE have all earned their wings;
An apology to others whose names aren''t in sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good flight!
