1967 Air Canada - Montreal - expo 67
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'Twas the Flight Before Christmas, a Christmas story for the jet age
’Twas the flight before Christmas, and all through the plane,
The folks in row nine were going insane.
The cabin staff were trying to placate them with care,
In hopes the air marshal soon would be there.
The passengers were passed out, drunk, in their beds,
Half of them with luggage banned by the Feds;
And the co-pilot and I, and the cabin girls on our laps,
Had just settled down for a quick o'ernight nap.
When out in the aisle there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway I flew like a flash,
And told the passengers to sit down or get a taste of the lash.
The instruments gave off a faint, flickering glow,
And as I thought quietly about letting the taps flow,
When, what to my bleary, bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a dirty great sleigh, and nine flying reindeer.
With a short, fat guy in red driving at this late hour,
I knew in a moment he hadn’t been cleared by the tower.
He flew close to my ’craft, this old boy was game,
And he slurred and he swore, and he called me a name.
"You ASSHOLE! You BASTARD! You SELF-RIGHTEOUS PRICK!
It’s pilots like you that make me feel sick!
You might be scheduled, but to the tower I’ll call!
I’ll make it there first, and to hell with you all!"
I shook my co-pilot awake and told him to fly,
There was no way in hell was I going to wait for this guy.
So we increased our power and onward we flew,
With the passengers cheering, and the cabin girls, too.
And as we surged forth, I heard on the roof
The banging and crashing of each reindeer’s hoof.
With the yoke in my hand, I ignored the sound,
And told the cabin girls it was time to pour us a round.
As I thought of my Air Force fighter tactics rigmarole,
He let out a cackle, and did a barrel roll!
I switched on the seat belt sign and told everyone to pray,
We had to beat this nut, in the name of TWA!
Our plane then went down - oh, the humanity!
It was about that time I questioned my sanity,
And as we plunged lower I heard passengers scream,
And thought ‘this has to be some sort of whiskey-soaked dream.’
As we both neared the ground on this bad day at work,
He quickly pulled back and flew up (what a jerk!),
It all was too much for him I suppose,
For he gave us the finger and thumbed at us his nose.
We had won, huzzah! - but there wasn’t a moment to lose.
Saving the plane from that dive wasn’t easy with booze,
But save our flight we did - why, I'm no flying dunce!
And lo, the entire plane did applaud all at once.
Lights twinkled in the distance, the airport in sight,
And we finally touched down on this most peculiar night,
But as we taxied to the gate along the runway’s edge,
I knew it was time I took up the pledge.
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