Merry Christmas to all and classic tale for you...

[ggetzoff]

As I fell asleep last night listening to a Pass amp.......

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The amp racks were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Pass soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of XA-200's danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a distortion,
I sprang from the listening postion to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny J FETs.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Pass.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Zen Mod! now, Variac! now, Euvl and AR2!
On, carpenter! On, Roadbagger! on jacco! and Bob Ellis!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Pass came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of amps he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an amp peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the amp racks, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

[chlorofille]

Hilarious. What a poet !
Papa n his mightly army of elves !

Edit : mighty!

[Gyuri]

This is beautiful simply.

[BHTX]

Oh c'mon now, he's not so fat! He does seem to have a bit of that cheery warm look about him though.

[Zen Mod]

oh boy!

you're nutz as 3-phase AC




edit :

others - they might be elves ...... I'm Reindeer

[bigfishe]

You just made my morning thanks guys that was great!
I just opened a box full of speakers. Sure beats a sweater!
My girl rocks!!!!!!!!!Happy new year

[Parasonic]

........161,279 Diyaudio members in little green suits and pointy hats seated at long tables in a vast room, tinkering away on amplifiers and speakers when all of a sudden...........Mr. Pass stands up and announces: "Aw crap, I want to be a dentist"...............




Cheers,
Terry

[Zen Mod]

what a nightmare ........

[bigfishe]

Ahaahhhhhhhaaaaaaaa

[ggetzoff]

"YOU DON'T LIKE MAKING TOYS?????"