In Which Sister Kris Gets A Shivery Send-Off

A dirty, chilly night howls on outside,

And into it we had to go to send

My sister on her way back home. The ride

Was merely blocks, but then we'd spend

Some time with her ere her flight was to leave

On board a puddle jumper flight. So far

So good but ice and show and wind this eve

Meant ev'rything was late and cold. A bar

At Cheyenne's airport was our roost

As we did watch and wonder if she'd go --

Deicing's never easy, and night loosed

E'en nastier conditions, blowing snow

And cold, bone-chilling. Shivering we watched

And worried. Thank Bog not a thing was botched.