Is a night before Chritsmas and all through the shackNot at RR was delivered
not even a sackThe ladder line was hung up the tower with careIn Hope's that St
Nick soon will be thereThe harmonics were all snuggled in bedWith visions of
the new space Gardians dancing on their headsWith mamna with her smartphone and
I with my headphones Settled our brains to relax and Chase down some DXWhen out
on the lawn rose such a chatter I spring form my chair to see what was the
matter Away to the door I flew to the towerTore open the tuner door instead of
the otherThe moon light shined a beautiful glowShowed all the objects burning
belowOff to the side with my waunders eyes should appear Were 8 tiny ducks
pulling a Federation truckOld Man Shatner got out he was so lively and quick He
was holding a package that was frozen for the sickAnother package was covered
with ashes and soot it was the PXBRs, I hope are AfootMore rapid than the
Enterprise the Fed truck cameCaptain J T Kirk yelped and explained No RR
radios, No parts, No power to spare, more money to help the despair, to the top
of the White House, down to the bottom of the pitNow run away, run away, run
away guickJim K9TFSent from my T-Mobile 4G LTE Device
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