Post by timothy on Dec 25, 2004 1:27:28 GMT -6
Twas the night before christmas and under the tree
was a 20 " dobsonian waiting for me
A niose of tiny hooves woke me
I realized
Just a dream
But I ran to the window and through up the sash
I realize it's new moon
DSO's glowing
I dress up warm while making a mental list
M42 43 41 and some unknown nebulus mist
Downstairs I hear a noise what could it be
Upon further investigation
I see Santa struggleing
He asks for my help
He says that these 20" mirrors are quite heavy
As he drove out of sight
I could hear him exclaim
If your watching the moon
In an hour or so
An event
you may never see again
It's me
occulting the moon
One more thing he said
driving toward space
Next year
if your good I will bring
your focuser and secondary
some eye pices too
Santa has a twisted sense of humor
Tim
was a 20 " dobsonian waiting for me
A niose of tiny hooves woke me
I realized
Just a dream
But I ran to the window and through up the sash
I realize it's new moon
DSO's glowing
I dress up warm while making a mental list
M42 43 41 and some unknown nebulus mist
Downstairs I hear a noise what could it be
Upon further investigation
I see Santa struggleing
He asks for my help
He says that these 20" mirrors are quite heavy
As he drove out of sight
I could hear him exclaim
If your watching the moon
In an hour or so
An event
you may never see again
It's me
occulting the moon
One more thing he said
driving toward space
Next year
if your good I will bring
your focuser and secondary
some eye pices too
Santa has a twisted sense of humor
Tim