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Okay, I unabashedly stole this off of WoodCentral, and it's a day early, but here goes:
A day early and in homage to my hero in woodworking, Frank Klausz.
Woodworker’s Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the shop
Nary a machine was whirring
They were all set on stop
While mamma was blanketed
I sat there and stared
Hoping the Lie-Nielsen I wanted
Soon would be there
The kiddos were sleeping
They were deep in slumber
On quilted maple they lay
For them, only the best of lumber
When out on the lawn
There arose bangs and bongs
I flew to the window
To see what was wrong
There standing in the snow
With the glint of a wrench
Eight men and a another
Were working at a bench
So feverishly they worked
Hammers, chisels and planes
The man in the red suit
Then called them by name
On Spagnolo, on Schwarz
On Bird and Gochnur
On Rae, on Rogowski
On Cosman and Moser
Keep working, keep working
There’s no time for play
The master that led them
Left no time for delay
He was a jolly little man
With a sharp-tongued wit
Pins first! He shouted
As he pounded his mitt
“You can do dis,” he said
And in no time at all
They had fashioned a piece
That was wondrous to all
Having finished, they turned
And to the next house they flew
More dovetails to make
And mortises too
Santa Klausz smiled and winked
As they flew out of sight
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night!
Thanks to Larry Wyatt for posting it on WC.
A day early and in homage to my hero in woodworking, Frank Klausz.
Woodworker’s Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the shop
Nary a machine was whirring
They were all set on stop
While mamma was blanketed
I sat there and stared
Hoping the Lie-Nielsen I wanted
Soon would be there
The kiddos were sleeping
They were deep in slumber
On quilted maple they lay
For them, only the best of lumber
When out on the lawn
There arose bangs and bongs
I flew to the window
To see what was wrong
There standing in the snow
With the glint of a wrench
Eight men and a another
Were working at a bench
So feverishly they worked
Hammers, chisels and planes
The man in the red suit
Then called them by name
On Spagnolo, on Schwarz
On Bird and Gochnur
On Rae, on Rogowski
On Cosman and Moser
Keep working, keep working
There’s no time for play
The master that led them
Left no time for delay
He was a jolly little man
With a sharp-tongued wit
Pins first! He shouted
As he pounded his mitt
“You can do dis,” he said
And in no time at all
They had fashioned a piece
That was wondrous to all
Having finished, they turned
And to the next house they flew
More dovetails to make
And mortises too
Santa Klausz smiled and winked
As they flew out of sight
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night!
Thanks to Larry Wyatt for posting it on WC.