Twas the morning of Xmas and all thru my house, not a creature was stirring- not even my computer mouse.
-“Bing!” goes the phone and what should appear? A text from Grantham… I put down my beer… (jk)
-One thing at the nuthouse- your thirst you must quench. Up at launch, a bear had attacked Brendan’s Bench!
-Streamers were hung from the branches with care, in hopes that Saint Thermalas soon would be there.
-Xmas over Ojai beats Minnesota’s ice. Top-landing Chiefs with your bro will suffice!
-Up there in nature, we visited Bruce’s plaque. But Lo and Behold, it was time to head back...
-Re-lauched and went straight up to 6 K... something--something-- something--; “sleigh.”
-A blissfully sweet and high return flight, merry Xmas to all and to all a good-- get yo asses out to the nuthouse!
