Here is a poem I wrote last year, Christmas 2011, and continued this year with a Christmas 2012 "sequel"
‘Twas the week before Christmas, and Santa this year
Was excited to start on his holiday cheer.
He was older and slower and ready to try
An easier ride for his fly through the sky.
Something cushy and comfy and easy to tow
Taking advantage of aerodynamic airflow.
Oh, to stop for a rest and to warm his old bones
A break between housetops, and chimney and homes!
One thing he had always wanted to do,
Was include Mrs. Clause, as a passenger, too!
But she wouldn’t ride in his sleigh in the sky,
So he wanted a craft she was willing to try.
He spent all year looking and then found an icon
A trailer -- an Aristream -- a classic – a fawn!
Or was it a Bambi? Who cares what it’s called!
It was perfect for Santa, he was completely enthralled.
And the more that he learned about his new silver camper
The more he was sure he had found the right answer.
The silver, the shape, and the outstanding design
was perfect, not to mention the inside was divine.
Santa’s next worry was about his reindeer,
What would they say ‘bout an Airstream to steer?
They all took one look, and decided to strike!
An Airstream to pull just didn’t seem right.
So Santa invited an Airstream expert
To explain to the reindeer, and to assert
That the Airstream was wondrously simple to tow
Wherever they flew it would easily go.
But the Reindeer stood fast and refused to consider
Such a change from the sleigh, it was oh so much bigger.
Leaving Santa without a team for his flight!
What was the answer? What could make it right?
Then he had an idea that seemed at first glance
Would work for the Airstream, and even enhance
The vision it made as it flew through the night
Drawn by flamingos, it just seemed so right!
And one by one Santa searched till he found
A team of Flamingos with flying profound
He knew they could make the trip Christmas Eve
In this new flying team Santa did truly believe.
So look up in the sky this Christmas Eve night
And hope that you view a remarkable sight.
A Santa-sleigh-Airstream on a round-the-world flight
Visiting every man, woman, child all through the night
Last year you followed as Santa obtained
Sleigh-pulling flamingos, which he had trained
To pull his sled filled with joy and with cheer
‘Round the world to all places far and near.
That worked out just great for Santa’s night trip
Tho’ the birds were worn out by the overnight clip.
But they’d done so well flying all through the night
Santa vowed them a trip to mark the great flight.
Pinkie wanted to go to Hawaii to see
Volcanoes and beaches and a palm tree
But Leggy wanted a Las Vegas casino
And lacking for that, she’d settle for Reno.
Stilt and Twig had another bright notion
A mountain retreat far from the ocean!
With skiing and sledding and fireside bars
As far from the ocean as the moon was from Mars.
Priscilla was a much younger flamingo
Wanting excitement to make herself tingle
Something with action just this side of sin
Preferably with a ton of bird men.
Longneck thought a loud bar would be nifty,
Something risqué and just a bit risky,
Give him a jukebox and country ditty
And to top it off, a pole-dancing kitty!
Then there was Rosy who couldn’t decide
Who thought more travel she could not abide.
Just go home to family, her sweet little nest
To relax for a perfect three-month-long rest.
Cherry thought that New York would be a great fling
To get over the strain and heal her sore wings
Broadway and Macy’s and dinner at the Ritz
And wind it all up at with a seat at the Metz.
They left it up to Santa to elect
Knowing he would select just the best
destination to relax and restock
And rejuvenate the pink, weary, flock.
And rested and ready for Christmas day
Again they were ready to fly into the fray
And when Christmas Eve this year comes neigh
Look to the heavens and here this brave cry:
On Pinky, on Leggy, on Stilt and Longneck
Fly Twig and Pricilla, fly high -- stretch your neck!
On Rosy, on Cherry, follow the flock
Those pink tail-feathers will lead to the spot.
And if they are rested enough, this great team
You’ll see them at the front of the Airstream,
Traveling the world with Santa in tow
Spreading Christmas wishes, to all below.
We don’t go camping any more . . . we go ‘streamin’ ! The “SIlvermine and His” is our 2016 23' Airstream, and ‘streamin’ is the name we use to describe our adventures. Stream along as we document everything from weekend trips to longer summer excursions and full-blown vacations. You know what they say: if you’re not in an Airstream – you’re just camping!
Tom & Ella Brown