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Ham's Night Before Christmas," by Gary Pearce, KN4AQ, was first posted on YouTube in November of 2011. This clever
adaptation of Clement Clark Moore's familiar Twas
the Night Before Christmas. The narration is accompanied by pictures of vintage magazine covers,
advertisements, and cartoons. It opens with the cover of the December 1920 edition of QST (first edition ever
printed was December of 1915).
Here are the first couple verses, as discovered on
Brainerd Area Amateur Radio Club
website. Please visit them for the rest of the poem, as well as other versions written by various authors. All are
A Ham's Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, And all through two-meters, Not a signal
was keying up Any repeaters. The antennas reached up From the tower, quite high, To catch the weak
That bounced from the sky. The children, Tech-Pluses, Took their HT's to bed, And dreamed of the
They'd be Extras, instead.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro'
the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While
visions of sugar plums danc'd in their heads, And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled
our brains for a long winter's nap — When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed
to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the
sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below; When,
what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer, With a little old
driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers
they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name: "Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer
and Vixen, "On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donder and Blitzen; "To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
"Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with
an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of toys —
and St. Nicholas too: And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little
hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound: He
was dress'd all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot; A
bundle of toys was flung on his back, And he look'd like a peddler just opening his pack: His eyes — how
they twinkled! His dimples: how merry, His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; His droll little
mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the
smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he
laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laugh'd when I saw
him in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill'd all the stockings; then turn'd with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprung to his sleigh,
to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle: But I heard him exclaim, ere
he drove out of sight — Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
- Clement Clark Moore
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