Andy Hoyt
12-20-2006, 1:01 PM
Jimmy Cusic from Garland, Texas just posted this on another forum and thought that you folks would enjoy it too.
Merry Christmas all y'all.
‘Twas the week before Christmas
And all through the shop;
The dust was a flying
Making gifts non-stop;
The list was quite long
And the wood was piled high,
The tools were all sharpened
So the shavings would fly;
The snowmen were finished
All waiting in line,
A final buffing was needed
To make them all shine;
The pens were completed
Boxed up and gift wrapped,
Some pencils too
And some odd nic knacks;
Empty bowls, Empty bowls
Was the cry from the chief;
How could I finish
Oh my… Good Grief;
Centering the wood and turning it round
My trusty bowl gouge cut
With a sizzling sound;
Then what do I hear,
It’s a flapping, then a Pop,
And the lathe slowed down,
Till it came to a stop;
Just what I needed
A mechanical break,
And I tore off the covers
With a jolt and a jake;
I spied the confusion,
A big problem galore!
The belt has broken
It’s there on the floor!
As I pick up the belt,
What to do, what to do,
As I see it’s no job
For my trusty super glue;
Off to Wood Craft, Loews and Rockler
A belt to find,
But Christmas Eve is so near;
Home Depot has nothing and
Ace Hardware is closed;
As I drive slowly home,
A bleak picture does grow;
Digging through stuff
I should never have saved,
I spy an old belt
From my younger days;
It fits me no longer and
It is very well worn,
This old belt might work,
There’s nothing torn;
With a staple or two,
And a lot of duct tape;
This thing just might work
Fix me up, ship shape;
I slip the belt on
It takes lots of work;
Power it up and
It starts with a jerk;
Slowly at first and
Then ever faster;
A few light cuts,
And still no disaster;
Cutting through Maple,
Oak and some Holly;
This belt really works
I’m feeling quite jolly;
The wood pile shrinks,
As the shaves grows
The dust collector whines,
Keeping dust from my nose;
The turnings complete;
Empty bowl project finished;
The threat of disaster,
Completely diminished;
Another year gone,
This holiday season,
The gifts all completed,
And here is the reason;
We wood turners are all,
A very fun bunch,
We’ll turn from daybreak till, well after lunch,
We love it so much and get great satisfaction,
And we really enjoy all the group inter-action,
New tools we will share,
New friends you will meet,
New ideas you will learn,
Some old friends you will greet;
So if by chance a wood turner you see,
Get to know’em a little better,
A good friend they will be!
Merry Christmas all y'all.
‘Twas the week before Christmas
And all through the shop;
The dust was a flying
Making gifts non-stop;
The list was quite long
And the wood was piled high,
The tools were all sharpened
So the shavings would fly;
The snowmen were finished
All waiting in line,
A final buffing was needed
To make them all shine;
The pens were completed
Boxed up and gift wrapped,
Some pencils too
And some odd nic knacks;
Empty bowls, Empty bowls
Was the cry from the chief;
How could I finish
Oh my… Good Grief;
Centering the wood and turning it round
My trusty bowl gouge cut
With a sizzling sound;
Then what do I hear,
It’s a flapping, then a Pop,
And the lathe slowed down,
Till it came to a stop;
Just what I needed
A mechanical break,
And I tore off the covers
With a jolt and a jake;
I spied the confusion,
A big problem galore!
The belt has broken
It’s there on the floor!
As I pick up the belt,
What to do, what to do,
As I see it’s no job
For my trusty super glue;
Off to Wood Craft, Loews and Rockler
A belt to find,
But Christmas Eve is so near;
Home Depot has nothing and
Ace Hardware is closed;
As I drive slowly home,
A bleak picture does grow;
Digging through stuff
I should never have saved,
I spy an old belt
From my younger days;
It fits me no longer and
It is very well worn,
This old belt might work,
There’s nothing torn;
With a staple or two,
And a lot of duct tape;
This thing just might work
Fix me up, ship shape;
I slip the belt on
It takes lots of work;
Power it up and
It starts with a jerk;
Slowly at first and
Then ever faster;
A few light cuts,
And still no disaster;
Cutting through Maple,
Oak and some Holly;
This belt really works
I’m feeling quite jolly;
The wood pile shrinks,
As the shaves grows
The dust collector whines,
Keeping dust from my nose;
The turnings complete;
Empty bowl project finished;
The threat of disaster,
Completely diminished;
Another year gone,
This holiday season,
The gifts all completed,
And here is the reason;
We wood turners are all,
A very fun bunch,
We’ll turn from daybreak till, well after lunch,
We love it so much and get great satisfaction,
And we really enjoy all the group inter-action,
New tools we will share,
New friends you will meet,
New ideas you will learn,
Some old friends you will greet;
So if by chance a wood turner you see,
Get to know’em a little better,
A good friend they will be!