[Regia-NA] RE: [RegiaNA] The Saga of Santa Odin

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On behalf of Bill, who requested it, and Aly, who's having problems =
with
digital reality [please Miss, do I get an 'A'?].

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I have never claimed to have the gift of prose, but I wrote this many a =
year
ago in my mispent youth (and I didn't even get change).  I hope it =
brings a
little Christmas cheer to everyone.

The Saga of Santa Odin
Dec 89

'Twas the night before Yule and through the meadhall
Not a Viking was stirrin', nor even a thrall.
Helmets and swords were hung by the hearth with care,
In hopes that Santa Odin would soon be there.=20

The huscarls were snoring, passed out from the booze
And I thought I'll get a little shuteye, just a little snooze.
So in my chainmail, with axe and shield in hand,
I slept with one eye open 'gainst marauding bands.

When out in the stead's yard there arose such a noise,
I thought, "Grendel is here, better wake up the boys!"
Out from my high seat I flew like a flash,
Kickin' open the hall's door with a resounding crash.

O'erhead the moon sparkled, glinted and gleamed;
Must've been a nasty, mead-induced dream.
When what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a Gokstad sled pulled by eight Valkyrie.

With a little old driver, so lively and beholdin',
I knew at that moment, it must be Santa Odin!
Swift as a hunger'd carrion bird those wing-helmed women came,
And Odin cussed and he shouted and he called them nasty names.     =20

"Hey Stupid!  Hey Dopey!  Hey Dirtbag and Greazy!
On Dummy!  On Idiot!  On Slimeball and Sleazey!
Go hard to the left!  Now hard to the right!
C'mon get it straight, or we'll be here all night!"

As fear-numbed Saxons run from a blood-crazed beserk,
The sled made for the roof with a sickening lurch.
To the roost of the birds the Wild Hunt did fly;
The arrival of Santa Odin was nigh!

Then over my head I heard combat boots tread,
With noise enough to wake up the dead.
And as I headed in and had just turned around,
Santa Odin fell from the roof with an "Oof!" sound.

He was dressed all in black, 'cept for his floppy blue hat.
And was enormous in girth; Man! was he fat!
Across his back was a sack of gleaming bright toys,
That clanged with a most delightful, clamorous steel noise.

His eye - just the one!  Glowed from under bushy brow.
His nose jutted forth like a dragonship prow.
His wiry great beard was stained dingy yellow.
He was a frightfully scary looking fellow.

His snaggletoothed mouth was drawn twisted in a grin.
His glazed-over look told he'd been nipping the gin.
Aloud I then laughed, for a god he wasn't that great,
And he glared at me evilly; I thought I'd just sealed my fate.

But he spoke not a word, and went straight to his work,
Leaving sharp pointy things for each and every jerk.
Then rearing up a leg, he let out some gas,
And flew up the smokehole in a rapid little flash.=20

He jumped in his sled, slapping hard with the reins,
Leaving the snow covered in Valkyrie bloodstains.
The team jumped off the roof, what an amazing sight!
And away they all flew off into the night.

But he bellowed out loudly before he got too small,
"Merry Yule to you now, but see you in Valhall!"=20
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William T. Tate, Jr., TSgt, USAF=20
Team Leader FTAC=20
Professional Development Center=20

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behalf of Bill, who requested it, and Aly, who's having problems with digital 
reality [please Miss, do I get an 'A'?]. <TT>&nbsp;</TT></DIV>
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<DIV><TT>&nbsp; I have never 
claimed to have the gift of prose, but I wrote this many a year ago in my 
mispent youth (and I didn't even get change).&nbsp; I hope it brings a little 
Christmas cheer to everyone. The Saga of Santa Odin Dec 
89 'Twas the night before Yule and through the meadhall Not a Viking 
was stirrin', nor even a thrall. Helmets and swords were hung by the hearth 
with care, In hopes that Santa Odin would soon be there. The huscarls 
were snoring, passed out from the booze And I thought I'll get a little 
shuteye, just a little snooze. So in my chainmail, with axe and shield in 
hand, I slept with one eye open 'gainst marauding bands. When out in 
the stead's yard there arose such a noise, I thought, "Grendel is here, 
better wake up the boys!" Out from my high seat I flew like a 
flash, Kickin' open the hall's door with a resounding crash. O'erhead 
the moon sparkled, glinted and gleamed; Must've been a nasty, mead-induced 
dream. When what to my wondering eyes should I see, But a Gokstad sled 
pulled by eight Valkyrie. With a little old driver, so lively and 
beholdin', I knew at that moment, it must be Santa Odin! Swift as a 
hunger'd carrion bird those wing-helmed women came, And Odin cussed and he 
shouted and he called them nasty names.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 "Hey Stupid!&nbsp; Hey Dopey!&nbsp; Hey Dirtbag and Greazy! On 
Dummy!&nbsp; On Idiot!&nbsp; On Slimeball and Sleazey! Go hard to the 
left!&nbsp; Now hard to the right! C'mon get it straight, or we'll be here 
all night!" As fear-numbed Saxons run from a blood-crazed beserk, The 
sled made for the roof with a sickening lurch. To the roost of the birds the 
Wild Hunt did fly; The arrival of Santa Odin was nigh! Then over my 
head I heard combat boots tread, With noise enough to wake up the 
dead. And as I headed in and had just turned around, Santa Odin fell from 
the roof with an "Oof!" sound. He was dressed all in black, 'cept for his 
floppy blue hat. And was enormous in girth; Man! was he fat! Across his 
back was a sack of gleaming bright toys, That clanged with a most delightful, 
clamorous steel noise. His eye - just the one!&nbsp; Glowed from under 
bushy brow. His nose jutted forth like a dragonship prow. His wiry great 
beard was stained dingy yellow. He was a frightfully scary looking 
fellow. His snaggletoothed mouth was drawn twisted in a grin. His 
glazed-over look told he'd been nipping the gin. Aloud I then laughed, for a 
god he wasn't that great, And he glared at me evilly; I thought I'd just 
sealed my fate. But he spoke not a word, and went straight to his 
work, Leaving sharp pointy things for each and every jerk. Then rearing up 
a leg, he let out some gas, And flew up the smokehole in a rapid little 
flash. He jumped in his sled, slapping hard with the reins, Leaving 
the snow covered in Valkyrie bloodstains. The team jumped off the roof, what 
an amazing sight! And away they all flew off into the night. But he 
bellowed out loudly before he got too small, "Merry Yule to you now, but see 
you in Valhall!"&nbsp;</TT></DIV>
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