Happy Holidays from the California Pilots Association

CalPilots

christmastree(With Apologies To Major Henry Livingston, Jr.) ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp, Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.The aircraft were fastened to tiedowns 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.

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