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A Nerdy Christmas Story

So I decided to write you all a special Christmas poem....Nerdy April style.

Is it nerdy? Yes.
Did I make up words? Yes.
Will you have to google "X-1"? Probably.

Ok, here it is..........................


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a chipmunk mouse.
The engineering degrees were placed on the bookcase with care,
In hopes that some astronaut wings would eventually be there.

The animals were nestled between the sheets of my  bed,
While visions of catfood and chipmunks danced in their heads.
And the BF with his PC, and I with my MAC,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the Huntsvillian snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a shuttle full of ‘nauts, their eyes filled with fear!

With a little old pilot, the envy of men,
I knew in a moment it must be John Glenn.
More rapid than X-1’s his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now, Shepherd! Now Cooper! Now Aldrin and Lovell!
On, Collins! On Grissom! On Armstrong and Mitchell!
To the top of the world! With rockets big and small,
Now blast away! Rocket away! Fly away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up through the atmosphere the coursers they flew,
With a shuttle full of satellites and John Glenn too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in my heart
Came the voice of John Glenn, boy he is smart.
He told me tonight was a very special night,
And invited me along on a very special flight.

He was dressed all in orange, from his head to his foot,
And his suit was a testament to his brainpower thruput.
A mighty long zipper ran up his long back,
And he looked like my hero all smick and smack.

His eyes how they twinkled! His smile how merry!
His fingers were so fast on the calculator it was scary!
He offered his hand as I climbed up the ladder,
And then he said abruptly, “April, whats the matter?”

“Oh no,” I thought in the blink of an eye,
He had seen in my thoughts, and now I couldn’t lie.
“It’s just that this moment means so much to me,
I have dreamt of this moment since I was as high as mom’s knee.”

He gave me a look, that said just what I thought,
The wonder of space flight is something that cannot be bought.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And set all the switches, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, through the layers of sky we rose!

We shot through the barriers, rode on rockets all night,
And I had a grand time, on my own special flight.
 I woke up at once, it was only a dream,
Saw the BF, and with delight wanted to scream!

Instead, I walked to the window, to contemplate the vision,
And there on the lawn, was the shuttle and astronaut division!
But I heard them exclaim, as they flew out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-FLIGHT!”


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