‘Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the Museum Barely a creature was stirring, just two cats. The tools were hung in the crib with care In hopes that railway Santa would soon be there. The trains were nestled all snug in the shop While visions of operations danced in their heads. And 1392 in scaffolding, and flanger apart, Awaiting repairs over a long winter’s season. When out on from the wood shop arose such a clatter I sprang…