Twas the night before Christmas,

When all through the BLT . . .                                                                                                         Not a creature was stirring, not even Spikey,                                                                               The antenna was mounted on the bumper with care,                                                                    In hopes a strong signal soon would be there.

Bridget and Spike were nestled snug in their beds,                                                                 While visions of roasted chicken danced in their heads.                                                           And RVSue in her jammies with socks on her feet,                                                                    Had just settled in for a long winter’s sleep.

The glow of the laptop soon drew RVSue near,                                                                             Go back to bed, Bridget.  There’s nothing to fear.                                                                    When what to her wondering eyes should appear,                                                                      But a page full of comments from the blogosphere!

With some really fast typing, so lively and quick,                                                                    RVSue answered all, including friend Mick.                                                                              More rapid than eagles, the comments they came.                                                                     And she responded to each, and called them by name!

And then in a twinkling, RVSue stepped outside,                                                                       And beheld the PTV, her tow vehicle ride,                                                                                    The crew on the bench seat safely inside, she gave a loud call,                                            “Come Full Timers, Come Newbies, Come Wannabes, All!”

She sprang to the PTV, to her crew gave a whistle,                                                                         And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,                                                                        But I heard her exclaim, ‘ere she drove out of sight . . .

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

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rvsue (and Clement Moore, kinda)