The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

A boxed set Challenger.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

2 Silver Bullets,

And a boxed set Challenger.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

3 Hudsons chuffing,

2 Silver Bullets,

And a boxed set Challenger.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

4 ABA sets,

3 Hudsons chuffing,

2 Silver Bullets,

And a boxed set Challenger.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,

5 Royal Blues…

4 ABA sets,

3 Hudsons chuffing,

2 Silv

Uh Oh,

Have we created a monster here?

Have we moved from layouts to poetry?

What ever became of Bad Boy, Tim Boy, who we knew and admired for his layout skills.

Tim, I think you better stick with your day job, model railroading, that is. [(-D]

Rich

Oh, Timmy boy, the pike’s, the pike’s a-calling
From plywood glen and plaster mountain side…

Now, this man is an artist.

Bob, please give us more.

Complete this wonderful verse.

Rich (1/2 Irish)

Your two rail track will give our hearts a thrill unmatched,

we wait to see the next portion you have hatched.

This one’s for lionelsoni:

Oh Timmy boy, the pike’s, the pike’s a-calling
From plywood glen, and plaster mountain side
The homosote’s up, and all the ground cover’s drying
'Tis you, 'tis you must drive and I must ride.
But come ye quick when layout’s all aglow
Or when the valley’s finished and white with snow
'Tis layout be lit either in fluorescent or incandescent
Oh Timmy boy, oh Timmy boy, we need you so.

And if you come, when all the ground cover’s drying
And vintage motor’s dead, as dead can be
You’ll come and find the tracks where I am lying
And sit and run my Flyer trains for me.

And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me
And all my tracks will warm and sweeter be
If you’ll not fail to run my Flyer
Two railer though it be
I’ll simply sleep in peace while you run my trains for me.

'Niff. 'Niff. You like me. You really like me.

-Timboy Fields