Merry Christmas to all members of AVSIM. Your participation makes my hobby much more enjoyable!

 

Thank you and have a peaceful Holiday Season.

 

Mario Bergeron, Cavalier Aviation, Cessna Service Station Parts Manager, CYBW

 

 

MERRY CHRISTMAS

 

 

 

Stan

Merry Christmas and Season's Greetings to all

 

Floyd

Merry Ho-Ho to all!

Have a nice one all, and a special thanks to all the AVSIM staff that keep this site running - A most treasured resource for all of us!

May the HOLIDAY season be a joyful, peaceful and relaxing holiday for everyone at AVSIM (staff and members). Thank you for all the support each of you provides to us "new" Users of FSX (and DX). It has only been 4 months for me but I am thoroughly enjoying flight simulation in my retirement!!

:rolleyes:

Aloha Kākou:

 

Mele Kalikimaka and Hauʻoli Makahiki Hou to you all.

 

Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say on a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day

That's the island greeting that we send to you from the land where palm trees sway

Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright

The sun to shine by day and all the stars at night

Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way to say Merry Christmas to you

 

scott s.

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Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays to All.

:Party: Merry Christmas everyone!

Merry Christmas, and a happy and prosperous new year!

‘Twas just before Christmas and all through the forum,

The simmers were typing, the joint was just roaring.

For all knew that surely, by their chimneys that night,

Would hang stockings abrim with software about flight.

 

And later that eve' while all snug in their beds,

Surely snow-textures (for Xplane) would dance in their heads.

And the mods with their iPads and their laptops for chat,

Could at last settle down for a long winters nap.

 

But then out on the home page there arose such a clatter.

The mods rushed to the forum to see what was the matter.

Onto windows and Linux they leapt with a crash,

Then opened their browsers. (after updating flash!)

 

The light of their monitors lit their rooms with a glow,

Giving the luster of mid-day to their keyboards below.

When what to their wondering eyes would appear,

But the members returning… And they’re carrying… Beer?

 

With domestic and imported and glasses that clicked

It’s so unexpected, is it some kind of trick?

And then in a twinkling, they jumped down from the roof

(The radar and papi had guided them true)

 

With grins and with winks, they set to their work,

They festooned the forum with Yule-tidings and mirth.

They were plump and were skinny and were old and were young,

But each to a person was brimming with fun.

 

They shook hands, they slapped backs they sipped beer as they worked,

They filled every stocking and sang by the hearth.

Then they all laid a finger aside of their nose,

And all gave a cheer as up the chimney they rose.

 

Then they leapt to their planes and all gave out a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

Yet the forum seemed brighter as they sped out of sight.

 

“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!”

(Filed under things I do when I am creative and bored!) :lol: :blush:

 

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

Merry Christmas! :biggrin:

(Filed under things I do when I am creative and bored!)

 

Nice one.....have a Merry Christmas Devon :good:

The Night Before Christmas -- for General Aviators

 

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.

 

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."

 

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