Merry Cristmas to all.

[Len Petterson]

We, Len and Dorothy Petterson and Taylorcraft CF Kzu would like to wish all on this website a Merry Cristmas and A Happy New Year.

May your fuel price be low,

crosswinds not blow,

and the gust on landings be weak,
so you may not, your aircraft, have to tweak!

(Why did I wright what?
Expiiirienceee!)

If you are a person what does not celebrate Cristmas, I hope you find in your hart to consider this a friendly wich from one person on this planet to another.
Some off you I have meet in person, most I will never met, as much as I would like too.
But does it matter, friendships can be and are there anyway.(;f
After all this ball in the universe, what we live on are getting smaller every day,so we all are much better off if we are friends and share it and it's resourses.
Len

[Mark Julicher]

Re: Merry Cristmas to all.

Thanks Len
Merry Christmas

[flylo]

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And a merry Christmas to you Len & everyone!

[crispy critter]

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Dido to all from Crispy and family......Hey Ed, Send us some of that Christmas Fluff!

[mulwyk]

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Happy Christmas, Len and All.

Bob Gustafson

[MNJoe]

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Crispy,

Say hi to the girls.

T-Rex

[LostnSpace]

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sorry for the length, but sometimes Christmas stories are like that, Merry Christmas to all, been out raking leaves this afternoon, it's 65 here in hotalanta, Oh- BAD DOG, don't say things like that.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp, Not an airplane
was stirring, not even a Champ. The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with
care, In hopes that come morning, they all would be there.
The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots, With gusts from
two-forty at 39 knots. I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught
up,And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.

When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter, I turned up the
scanner to see what was the matter. A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.
He barked his transmission so lively and quick, I'd have sworn that
the call sign he used was "St. Nick". I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,
The better to welcome this magical flight.

He called his position, no room for denial, "St. Nicholas One, turnin'
left onto final." And what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a
Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!
With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came, As he passed all
fixes, he called them by name: "Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun! On
Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?

While controllers were sittin', and scratchin' their head, They phoned
to my office, and I heard it with dread, The message they left was both
urgent and dour: "When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower."


He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking, Then I heard
"Left at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking." He slowed to a taxi, turned off of
three-oh And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho, ho-ho-ho..."

He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk, I ran out to
meet him with my best set of chocks. His red helmet and goggles were
covered with frost And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust.

His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale, And he puffed
on a pipe, but he didn't inhale. His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like
jelly, His boots were as black as a cropduster's belly.

He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red, And he asked me to
"fill it, with hundred low-lead." He came dashing in from the snow-covered
pump, I knew he was anxious for drainin' the sump.

I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work, And I filled up the
sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk. He came out of the restroom, and
sighed in relief, Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.

And I thought as he silently scribed in his log, These reindeer could
land in an eighth-mile fog. He completed his pre-flight, from the front to
the rear, Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, "Clear!"

And laying a finger on his push-to-talk, He called up the tower for
clearance and squawk. "Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion"

He sped down the runway, the best of the best, "Your traffic's a
Grumman,inbound from the west." Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed thru
the night, "Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight."



gary austin

[Dick Huish]

Re: Merry Cristmas to all.

Thanks Gary and a merry Christmas to you. Dick (eggnog)

[Forrest Barber]

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HAPPY Holidays to ALL! I have just closed the door to the office, sloshed back over home for a bit, then off to the nursing home for lunch ( homemade carry in for Uncle Joe the B-24 tail gunner; then off to Christmas Eve party at the daughter's place on the airport. ( It is kind of a Matzo (sp) ball party too for our Jewish friends. Then a quiet Dinner at home here tomorrow.
God Bless All in Taylorcraft land, goodnight Bob, good night Ruth & Tuck, goodnight Bruce, Gardi & family, good night Doug