I hear that here is an in house Christmas Jingle competition going on.
Although the photo competition didn't come to much in the end, as far as prizes or even results went, it's not about the winning, it's about bringing a little Christmas cheer to those that might need it; so here's my little contribution to the festive season;
To the tune of Cliff Richards', 'Mistletoe and Wine'.
Pilots Have a Whine
by Sillysod Sid
The phone will ring, the crims all want bling,
The old has passed, there's a new beginning,
Dreams of past jobs, ones that didn't blow,
Another misper, come on let's go.
Christmas time, pilots have a whine,
Ops room singing their little rhyme,
With logs backing up and few aircraft free,
A time to reject the bad jobs we see.
A time for living, a time for believing,
A time for trusting, not deceiving,
Love and laughter and joy ever after,
Ours for the taking, just follow the master.
Christmas time, pilots have a whine,
It's all ok, just stay online,
With engineering cover and moments of glee,
Just don't go and rustle the Wakefield tree.
Silent night, holy night
It's a time for brewing, a time for flying,
A time for crewing and patience trying.
NPAS is love, NPAS is peace,
Let's have a laugh, but no not you please.
Christmas time, pilots have a whine,
Days and nights riddled with crime,
With crashes on the highway and bodies in the tree,
A time to realise what the other staff may see.
Christmas time, pilots have a whine,
Take a little break, don't rush all the time,
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree,
If not a brew, take time for a wee.
Christmas time, pilots have a whine,
Just a whine, you know you can't have wine,
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree,
Just wait until you visit, you'll meet Dorothy.
Christmas time, silent night
Pilots have a whine, holy night
Ops room singing their little rhyme,
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree,
Just wait until you visit, you'll leave with a flea.