Wrapping greenery with Christmas lights is more difficult than it looks, although Darryn and myself are giving it a try.	Larry and Louise show off our decorated serving line.
Deciding where to put an ornament is no easy decision.	Susan and Robo contemplate ol' Tanenbaum.
Although he doesn't look so cheery in this picture, Jeremy was the about the most forever pleasant person on station all summer long.	You would think that one person could handle garland around a post, but apparently beakers such as Darryn and Robert need more assistance.

Gene and Sonja on cookies	and	Rich on pecan pies

Christmas Eve, falling on a Friday, naturally brought everyone to Slushies to begin the celebration.  Since I worked nights I never managed to get up early enough to make it to Slushies before.  I figured Christmas Eve was a good reason to make the added effort and below you see me with Darryn and Daren.

Alex, Carol, and Anita were our hostesses for the evening.	Here are Bruce and Gene exchanging their presents for a number...you know the drill.
Sebastian made the marionette, and Sparkles got to take it home.	Jim and Katherine are checking out this miniature Ceremonial South Pole.
Cheryl and Roger recited their poem 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, South Pole style.	Even though Santa lives at the North Pole, he managed to make it to the South Pole too!

'Twas the night before Christmas And all around the Pole All the electricians were smashed Getting drunk was their goal The arch was all hung  With metal workers up there In hopes to make the deadline So Raytheon wouldn't care The plumbers were all stuck  In the upper galley bowl Hoping that the overflow Wouldn't reach to the Pole The cargoides were looking For yet another pallet crate Heaven to Betsy, look what popped out- An internet playmate Martin's mechanics were lovin' it Livin' high on the hog In their new shop, no more slipping No more fuel smell And bummer, no more cigarettes or grog The miners were a venting Complaining of the cold Till they hit a vein, not of shit But of platinum and gold The UTs were all fishing In the sewer outfall we're told We're not sure what it was they caught  But it wasn't platinum or gold The Doc was issuing cold tabs Seeing the dying and the hurts Don't slip, don't fall, or get paralyzed Unless you've called him first  The beakers, well the beakers They've got the brains, they've got the heads Without them we wouldn't be here Without us they'd all be dead

The FMC, they have no fears They build things and dig ditches With Carlton Walker as their lead They're hearty sons-of-bitches The cooks, they were a plottin' Stirring up some juicy brews Is it prime rib or is it hot dogs? PLEASE give us the news! The station administration  Gives us emails everyday "Don't do this, don't do that" And for sure... "Don't let your pee go astray!" Comms, comms, here is what we say They are the greatest in every way But for us, we're waiting for the day The day Neil bids us on our way "The plane is ready for boarding.  Thank you for visiting the South Pole.  Don't let the  door hit you in the ass on the way out....  That is all...." Computer nerds??,  We love it, we fight it, we mope What's a computer without MAPCON or email? A 2 minute shower without soap? Of the operators what can we say... On Spermi, on Kristi, on Laura, on J.P., and Joe" "On Nan, on Jake, on Kurt, on Wolf, on Tommy, on Sheridan???" Oh hell, we don't know... It's time to go, we've played it safe As well we truly must We've not been cased, not made the list And we'll recycle this with Susie Sawdust With this end we'll try  To make it right Merry Christmas to all  And to all a good night

Written and Presented by Cheryl Hansen and Roger Gorman, December 24, 1999
 
 

	In the afternoon Daren and Von played a Christmas Concert over the radio for the other stations, and anyone else who happened to be listening as well.
Let me leave you with the beautiful Silver Christmas Tree. After I took this year's picture I put it on top of the galley for all to see and enjoy.

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