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.
While visions of operations danced in their heads.
And 1392 in scaffolding, and flanger apart,
Awaiting repairs over a long winter’s season.
I sprang to the door to see what was the matter.
Just Barry and Phil making wood with the router
And Jamie assembling a train out of cedar.
But Monica appeared, taking some photos.
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a coach, pulled by engine # 73.
The engineer sprang to the cab, and gave two toots on the whistle,
And away they all steamed like snow geese in a blizzard.
But I heard him holler, before he swooshed out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND BEST WISHES FOR 2018!