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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 Comet!
To the end of the line! Slip the brake and highball!
Now chug away! chug away! chug away all!”
Merry Christmas!
--Tony
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