Bank-n-Yank
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- Dec 25, 2002
- Posts
- 41
'Twas the night before Christmas
At the CGF strip
I was sitting on standby
Without one friggin' trip.
My shoes were kicked off
And my tie hanging low
6 hours on duty,
Only 10 more to go!
While Mikey was nestled all safe in his mansion
With his good buddies Sanjay, and Shedden and Hanchett
Counting their bonus before jumping in bed
And dreaming of new ways to fvck with our heads!
My FA was snoozing
The Captain was too,
And I had just settled down
With a stock locker brew.
When what with my wondering eyes should I see?
But a red Beechjet gliding in over the trees
The approach that it made was so silent and quick
That I knew in an instant its engines had quit!
It landed too long, nosed into the dirt
And for a moment I worried that someone was hurt.
But it was easy to see, as the pilot climbed out
From the Salata-sized gut it was Santa, no doubt!
He stared at the mess as he sipped on a beer,
Then he grinned, and said "son, there's no reason to fear!"
"You boys fly worse wreckage than this every day, I'll just put it on watchlist and be on my
way!".
But first, said St. Nick, I've got business to do
Right here in my bag I've a gift just for you!
I hope you weren't looking for cash as a present;
I stopped at Netjets first, then Citation Shares second.
They got all the money
And the benefits too,
But maybe next year
There will be some for you!
'Cause I'm bringing a vote
For a union that works
So that you all can bargain
For the money and perks!
I smiled when I heard it
'Cause I knew old St. Nick
Had brought what I'd written
At the top of my list.
We talked for a while
'Till he said I must go,
On over to Mikey's
To drop off some coal!
He's been a bad boy
That is easy to see-
So I'll poop down his chimney
And I'll whiz on his tree!
With a wink and a wave of his magic 501,
His Beechjet was fixed up and ready to run.
And I heard Santa shout as he climbed into the sleet:
"Merry Christmas to all, and VOTE IBT!!!
At the CGF strip
I was sitting on standby
Without one friggin' trip.
My shoes were kicked off
And my tie hanging low
6 hours on duty,
Only 10 more to go!
While Mikey was nestled all safe in his mansion
With his good buddies Sanjay, and Shedden and Hanchett
Counting their bonus before jumping in bed
And dreaming of new ways to fvck with our heads!
My FA was snoozing
The Captain was too,
And I had just settled down
With a stock locker brew.
When what with my wondering eyes should I see?
But a red Beechjet gliding in over the trees
The approach that it made was so silent and quick
That I knew in an instant its engines had quit!
It landed too long, nosed into the dirt
And for a moment I worried that someone was hurt.
But it was easy to see, as the pilot climbed out
From the Salata-sized gut it was Santa, no doubt!
He stared at the mess as he sipped on a beer,
Then he grinned, and said "son, there's no reason to fear!"
"You boys fly worse wreckage than this every day, I'll just put it on watchlist and be on my
way!".
But first, said St. Nick, I've got business to do
Right here in my bag I've a gift just for you!
I hope you weren't looking for cash as a present;
I stopped at Netjets first, then Citation Shares second.
They got all the money
And the benefits too,
But maybe next year
There will be some for you!
'Cause I'm bringing a vote
For a union that works
So that you all can bargain
For the money and perks!
I smiled when I heard it
'Cause I knew old St. Nick
Had brought what I'd written
At the top of my list.
We talked for a while
'Till he said I must go,
On over to Mikey's
To drop off some coal!
He's been a bad boy
That is easy to see-
So I'll poop down his chimney
And I'll whiz on his tree!
With a wink and a wave of his magic 501,
His Beechjet was fixed up and ready to run.
And I heard Santa shout as he climbed into the sleet:
"Merry Christmas to all, and VOTE IBT!!!
