T'was the day Before Christmas

[Diane Hofstetter]

Rob, WONDERFUL! Thank you.
  Diane


>From: Robert Goodale <rrg@nevada.edu>
>Reply-To: pianotech@ptg.org
>To: "pianotech@ptg.org" <pianotech@ptg.org>
>Subject: T'was the day Before Christmas
>Date: Tue, 14 Dec 1999 23:22:53 -0600
>
>T'was the Day Before Christmas
>By Robert R. Goodale, RPT
>---------------------------------------
>
>T'was the day Before Christmas and all through the land,
>pianists were practicing with left and right hands.
>The music was out on tables and the chairs,
>with the carols in piles all sorted with care.
>
>Churches were planning their candlelight eve,
>and printing up programs for people to read.
>And in concert halls all over the town,
>stages were readied with lights and with sound.
>
>When rehearsal time came with voices and laughter,
>the pianos were awful, what was the matter!
>Away to the phone they then went to call,
>to summon the tuner to the music hall!
>
>Schedules were tight after all t'was the season,
>those who called early knew there was good reason.
>Panic was stricken, they all must be tuned,
>they had to be done and it must be done soon!
>
>Returning back home from a day full of spinets,
>the phone began ringing in a matter of minutes.
>I answered quite slowly, expecting the worst,
>my feeling was right and I wanted to curse!
>
>With pencil in hand I new my mistake,
>a long day ahead and I'd have to work late.
>Early next morning with tool kit in hand,
>I dashed off to work on uprights and grands.
>
>Now Steinway, next Baldwin, a Kohler & Campbell,
>a Mason and Hamlin with an action in shambles!
>Now  Kawai, Young Chang, then a really flat kimball,
>I pounded so much that my fingers were nimble!
>
>Setting the pins I thought to myself,
>what I need now is a tuning trained elf!
>Then all of a sudden walked through the door,
>a technician who looked like none seen before!
>
>He was all dressed in felt so neat and so pressed,
>with black sound board buttons down his round chest.
>With bridal strap laces on hammer shaped boots,
>his belt made from string braid around his felt suit.
>
>Without such a word he gave me a wink,
>then sat at the keyboard and started to plink.
>With great speed his temperament soon was complete,
>then on to the unisons so pure and so neat!
>
>I went to the next one he followed behind,
>tuning so fast it boggled the mind!
>There could be no doubt this was a technician,
>with powers to pleased the most picky musician.
>
>Finally the last one he quickly completed,
>there once again his performance repeated.
>Then with a smile he walked to the door,
>exactly the way he had entered before.
>
>I wanted to thank him for saving my day,
>but outside I noticed he'd left on a sleigh!
>And up in the air I waved with delight,
>"Merry Christmas to you, and have a good night!"

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