From Tony Sava
Twas The MOC Before Christmas
When what on my wandering tracks should appear,
But a mini-scale coach, and eight tiny traindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than diesels his engines they came!
While they whistled, he shouted and called them by name:
"Now, Zephyr! now, Memphis! now, Empire and Bullet!
On, Comet! on, Chieftain! on, Daylight and Rocket!
To the end of the line! Slip the brake and highball!
Now chug away! chug away! chug away all!"