The Chaser's Night Before Christmas
by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Friday, December 03, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
Print Save Follow
Recent poems by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Past Due, © 2014, Karla Dorman
So THERE, © 2014, Karla Dorman
Hold On: Spring Is Coming, © 2014, Karla Dorman
THEY, © 2013, Karla Dorman
The Death of Autumn, © 2013, Karla Dorman
>> View all 3,280
Image (c) 2010, Karla Dorman
THE CHASER'S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
(with apologies to Clement Clark Moore)
'Twas the night before Christmas at the SPC,
Mets read the models, to see if they'd agree.
The stockings were hung, by the radar with care,
In hopes a better forecast would be in there.
Storm chasers were all nestled, all snug in their beds,
With visions of supercells dancing in their heads.
I, the lead forecaster, said there'd be no storms,
The conditions weren't right for them to form.
I had just laid down for a long, Winter's nap,
When all of a sudden, lightning hit with a SNAP!
And out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
I leaped from my bed, to see what had shattered!
Looked out of the window, and what did I see?
A tornado. A big one: I think, EF-3!
I ran to the office, to sound the alert,
Praying like thunder that no one would get hurt.
The chasers ran to their cars, lightbars aglow,
Along with their computers, cameras in tow.
When, to my wondering eyes, who should appear?
But Santa Claus and his eight tiny reindeer!
He did not look happy. He was soaking wet.
Hail bounced off of his head. BOY, was he upset!
He screamed and he hollered, used my name in vain,
Said I would never work in this town again.
"Now, Burney. Now, Carter. Now, Jackson and Norris!
Bontempo and Miller, is it headed for us?
You need to save Christmas. I NEED A REPORT.
On, Adams! On, Talbot! Give your best effort!
Which way is it heading? I have got to know!
WHICH WAY IS THAT TORNADO GOING TO GO???"
Kendra booted the live feed on ChaserTV,
It was watched by one million, four hundred and three.
The tornado roared through some big empty fields.
Chasers and spotters all kept their windshields.
The storm would be discussed on Storm Track the next day,
On why things had gotten together that way.
Santa gave everyone extra presents that year,
For saving lives, he gave them new cars AND new gear.
He forgave me, and as he drove out of sight,
He said, "That's the last time I'll storm chase at night!!!"
(c) 2010, Karla Dorman (12/3)
Want to review or comment on this
Click here to login!
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Clever, Karla. Keep spinning. And happy holidays. -gene.|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
|LOL... very clever. Made me smile.|
|Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
|I'm telling you we are making this into a movie this week...way good|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Way to go, Karla. Excellent write.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Ha, ha, ha! Only YOU, the StormSpinner, would concoct such a maelstrom of poetic genius, Porch-Chaser style! LOL Funny write; cleverly worded and presented! Well done; brava! My new favorite of your (many) poems!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
May you find tornadoes and supercells in your Christmas stocking come Christmas morning!
|Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen
|Loved this one Karla, thank you for sharing
In Christs Love
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Damn hon but this is great but you should've saved it for Xmas eve...this is a KEEPER! ed|
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|This is cute!|