Twas the night before Christmas and all throughout the power saw shop
Not a creature was stirring, not even the computer mouse:
There was polish sausage simmering in beer
On the back of the old workshop wood heater
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be here:
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of electronic toys danced in their heads.
And mamma in her kerchief had leapt into bed,
not waiting for her husband the chain saw collector
To finish his project and turn in for the night.
When off in the distance there came such a racket:
It sounded like an old 4 cylinder Fordson Major
With straight stack exhaust.
I sprang from my chair to see what was the cause
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the crest of new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects in view,
And, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But A vintage tractor, laden sleigh in tow,
With An elf as driver, and there in the sleigh
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
All the way from "Korvatunturi".
More rapid than jet plane his transport had been.
He exclaimed I could have used an Allis or a Case,
maybe Oliver or Cockshutt, Moline or Massey,
but my old David Brown on Jet Fuel is fast as the wind.”
(Dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.)
Here was St. Nicholas with a sleigh full of collectables.
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;
He was a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed 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 dread.
“What do you have to trade for a Homelite 7-21?”
He asked, “or a Solo 630, or a McCulloch BP-1.
I have loops of chain and guide bars too.”
We made our deal and I offered him a hot rum,
And while we enjoyed the sausage and rum,
He told me he still had other collectors to visit this night:
In Canada; Patrick, Mike, Larry, Robin, Denis, Martin,
Alex, Ross, Earl, Jack & Tom, Bill, Don, Neal.
Norm, Keith & Earl, Al, Warren, Wayne, Tom, Chip,
Art and Lowell and then Angelo for saws and Maple Syrup.
South of the border; Nick, Gregg, Don.
Stan, Mathias and Nathan, Lewis Jerry, Junior,
Gregg, Rea, Ed, Collier-David, Dave, Roger,
Timothy, John, Joseph, John. William F. & Forrest,
John. Tom & the Boys, Mike, Jonathan, Bill Erik, Sven,
Dave, Walter, Matthew, Joe, Scott, Pete, David, Jim,
Craig, Key, Dave, Buck, Sandy, David, Mike,
James Roy, Al, Larry, Michael, Brian, Mike, Tim,
Mike, Robert, Darrin, Jon, Bob, Joel, Raymond, Bob,
Duane, and especially Marshall and Wayne.
Heading Down Under he wanted to see John, Tim,
Peter, Joe, McBob, Kev, Wayne, Marcus, Gary
And Mark in Oz,
the two Keith’s, Frank and Peter in Kiwi land.
In Deutschland; Gunther, Stephan, Andreas,
Manfred, Martin, Peter, Stefan and Reinhold.
Netherlands Nico, Andre and Marco.
Denmark, Jonas, Belgium Sus and Francis,
France Guy and Jean Louis.
A short hop over the channel would bring him to
David, Kenneth, Ken and Geoff in Great Britain.
Erik in Norway, Mats, Magnus and Anders
In Sweden and finally home to Finland and Sami and
A busy night for the jolly old elf.
Sausage and rum consumed and enjoyed,
He sprang to his sleigh, to his elf gave a whistle.
The old tractor gave a throaty roar like the “Predator” engine,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
A good time was had by all.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
With apologies to the original author and everyone else.