Not a whistle was blowing, not a steam plume stirred.
The engines, all silent, in slumber did sleep,
While visions of passengers danced in their dreams.
The rails, silver gleamed in the pale moon's light,
As signals stood frozen, no red to ignite.
No coal clattered down, no pistons did churn,
Only soft winter snowflakes softly did turn.
On the roundhouse roof, perched high with a grin,
A lone Santa conductor, his work nearly din.
He checked his dispatch list,eyes bright as the stars,
Delivering dreams aboard freight and boxcars.
For every train fan, a gift he'd bestow,
New routes to explore, where rivers would flow.
Scenic vistas unfurled, mountains to climb,
Through tunnels and towns, on the wings of time.
For the engineer's son, a starter set bright,
With Thomas and Percy, chugging in the night.
For the sim veteran, a route complex and grand,
With signals to master, and switching lists at hand.
A Pullman for one, a horn for another,
A gleaming new GEVO, for sister and brother.
For history buffs, a steam engine so grand,
Whispering memories through a forgotten land.
Each gift wrapped with care, in ribbons of code,
Ready to download, as Santa rode.
With a whistle so cheery, and a wave of his hand,
He spread joy on the rails, across the whole land.
So when morning arrives, and the sun peeks in bright,
TrainSim fans awake to a magical sight.
Their dreams come to life, on screens warm and aglow,
The perfect Christmas, where train spirits flow.
So raise a hot cocoa, a toast to the night,
When Santa on Rails brought pure TrainSim delight.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good run,
May your engines forever, under bright stars, gleam and hum!
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate from the crew here at Trainsim.com!
Happy New Year to all, from distant Poland