Twas 10 days before Christmas when all through the sky,
Not a thing was stirring, not even a fly,

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa’s sleigh and his 8 reindeer,

They flew through the sky on wind with grace,
But the clear air turbulence, the sleigh’s radar could not trace,

Santa and his reindeer bobbled around,
As they entered restricted air space, trouble did abound,

An Air Force jet barreled  towards the sleigh,
Crashing into Santa, it certainly did not make his day,

And now on the ground in dazed wonder,
Santa regrets his test-run as his sleigh lay asunder.

Poem Author: wt360 meteorologist Krissy Klinger

Santa surveying the crash site..."Rudolph, you get out of that not-so-nice pilot's plane right now"!



"I always knew Santa Claus was real...guess I was on the naughty list this year...

...and hey Santa, 'Captain Scrooge' is just my call sign!"



"Jingle you get down from there right now...we'll get little Jimmy in Toledo a new tricycle!!!"



"Dasher, Dancer and Prancer you get over here...and tell Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen to stop chasing that nice farmer...he's on the nice list this year."



SANTA: "What the heck happened Rudolph?"

RUDOLPH: "I had an itch"

SANTA: "You had a what?"

RUDOLPH: "an itch...my nose was itchy so we veered right into Captain Scrooge's nice shiny air plane...sorry about that Santa" :(



Sleepy easy kids as Santa has 10 days to make the repairs to the sled and get the reindeer in shape so he'll be back in business Christmas Eve!  Ho Ho Ho...