T'was the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp, Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ. The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care, In hopes that — come morning — they all would be there. The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots, With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots. I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up, And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.

As a student of human nature, humor will often convey a behavioral concept better than anything else. While not related directly to aviation, this public service announcement is for all the husbands, boyfriends, and sons who are struggling with holiday gift selections. ACT WISELY!  THIMK!