To continue in the same spirit, Thanks to Peter Strauss, KO6R for 
this creative piece written for our local ham club paper many 
years ago.

  The Night Before Christmas
  Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shack
Not a transient was stirring.  The beam front-to-back
Ratio was perfect, and we were all set
To pull in all the DX we could get.
Mama was on CW, I was on phone,
The children were logging, the dog had a bone
(And was practicing code in the corner, alone.)
The tubes were nestled all snug in their sockets,
And we had DXCC right in our pockets.
I was working Antarctica on meteor scatter,
When right in my ear there arose a great clatter:
I tore off the headphones, and heard, clear and free,
 QRZed, QRZed, here's NP8TRD!
  NP8TRD? I struck my brow with a slap,
and frantically searched for my ARRL map.
It's not here à? by golly, I've found a new land!
I quickly got back on the twenty-meter band.
à?NP8TRD, come back again, pleaseffà?
I strained for every watt I could squeeze
From my barefoot old rig, with its dust and its grime.
à?NP8TRD, come back one more timeffà?
  Then I heard NP8TRD loud and plain,
He was asking me to turn down the gain,
Saying, à?Where do you think I am, in Maine?
Relax, old man, take a strain off your sticks.
I guess you didn't copy, I'm air-mobile-six.
In fact, if my beam heading's right, and no goof,
I'm sitting right here on top of your roofddà?
  I ran, stumbling over a harmonic's bike,
Spilling my coffee and dropping the mike.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash,
When what to my wondering eyes should appe
But NP8TRD, North Pole 8 Tiny Rein Deer.
à?Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen.
To the top of the porch, now, go easy, squad à?
We don't want to destroy his cubical quadffà?
With tiny hooves they ran, straight and true.
à?Steady as she goes à? now park by the flueddà?
  As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down NP8TRD came with a bound.
He was dressed all in furs from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
I drew a bit closer, and as I got bolder,
A rubber ducky peeked over his shoulder.
He saw me there, staring, looked up and said, à?Hey,
I'm sorry, I just couldn't hit your repeater today,
But I guess the North Pole's just too far awayffà?
  Then he reached for the bundle of toys in his sack,
(He looked like an auction hound, on the way back).
His eyes how they twinkled, in the lights from the tree,
His nose was lit up like a hot L E D.
He said, à?You know the worst part of this day?
I'll be duping my logs 'til the middle of Mayffà?
Then suddenly he grew silent, for he had work to do.
He filled all the stockings, and when he was through,
I had a hot new transceiver, and a linear, too!
  Then, laying a finger aside of his nose
And saying, à?736à?, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, and turned on the rig,
And away they all flew, without brushing a twig.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
à?Let's QSO next year, if conditions are right.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Yearffà?, I heard from afar,
à?Thanks for the contact, dididit dahdidahffà?
Then nothing was left but the vanishing sled,
And  a QRZed,  QRZed,
thanks to KO6R Peter Strauss