Friday, December 25, 2009

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.

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