Twas two Fridays before Christmas, and all through the network,
Not a pilot was flying, not even to Skunkworks.
The windsocks were hung by the runway with care;
In hopes that controllers would soon be there.
The ramp agents were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Boeings danced in their heads.
You get the picture. Bring your planes and flying sleighs to Houston on December 13th from 1800-2200 central for a frightfully good time.
