David K
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Merry Christmas Nomads: a poem from The Sculpin: 'Twas the night before Christmas...
With apologies to Clement C Moore.....
'Twas the night before Christmas, I was driving Mex 1. No drunks, trucks, or burros, not even a bum;
Flying through the Vizcaino without even a care, Heading for San Nicholas, sure hope there's fish there;
The kids were asleep in the back of the 'burb. The tailwind was howling, quite a sound to be heard;
And Mamma in front, and I at the wheel, had just settled down after quite a long meal,
When under the hood there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the shoulder I flew like a flash, Tore open the hood, now where's that sound at?
The moon on the breast of the Tres Virgenes, gave a luster of midday to the cactus around us.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a Ford F-150, with eight tiny reindeer?
That truck was lit up!, all green red and yellow, that driver was odd, a jolly old fellow.
He skin was like caramel, his eyes were all knowing, and his clothes were all tarnished with dirt and some oil;
A bundle of tools he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, and the smoke, smelled like mota, he must be police;
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, He poked, and he prodded, he even called me a jerk!
Air filter, heater hose, brake fluid, spark plugs, "the yellows are biting" he said with a shrug,
Guillermo's got dorado, Verdugo does too, lots of bugs in Juanico, and Cabo has blues
Radiator, head gasket, fuel filter, oil pan, he's stripping the 'burb! gotta stop 'im while I can!
Not to worry, he says, I have found the problema, there's surf wax stuck all over your carbuereta!
With a wave of his hand, and some strange smelling dust, all the parts flew around, and landed right where they must,
He sprang to his feet, to the deer gave a nod, rev'ed that Ford up, and drove away in a fog.
The kids were all sleepy eyed and all started stirring, "get in the car, Dad, we all want to go surfing!"
I looked down the road, I could not see a sight, the marg's at Mallarimo's must have been strong this last night!
As I climbed in the cab, with a smile, then a chuckle, I soon howled with laughter, thinking about all that rubble,
Then I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night !"
Feliz Navidad, you guys and gals, and the best to you and your families in 2011!
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Bajazly
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From the archives I see, Nice.
Feliz Navidad a todos.
Believing is religion - Knowing is science
Harald Pietschmann
"Get off the beaten path and memories, friends and new techniques are developed"
Bajazly, August 2019
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David K
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Yes, 'The Sculpin' posted it in 2010 and it was an annual post for a few years. It has been almost 7 years since Sculpin posted on Nomad.
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