The passengers were nestled each snug in their seat
while visions of holiday made them feel very sweet
my Helen by her window and I to her right
had just settled down for a long overnight flight
When the PA came on, the pilot started to chatter
He started telling us sadly, just what was the matter
There is snow in New York and no way around
So air traffic control says to stay on the ground
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Viewed chaos and panic at LaGuardia below
Our connection so tight, I felt rather sour
when told we would sit at least three quarters an hour
From LaGuardia to Kennedy we must be so quick
Needing a cabby as fast as good old St. Nick
swifter than eagles, we would have to have been
just to get to the airport and somehow check in
The engine soon started, pushed away from the gate
on time departure but destined to wait
to the end of the runway amid engine drone
wanting to dash away, but sitting alone
As dry leaves before a hurricane fly
So much we wished to be up in the sky
The captian came on with a half hearted laugh
now staying at least and hour and a half
the passengers all sat, their cell phones aglow
calling around, finding somewhere to go
a call to Air Traffic, our dilemma proposed
The answer came back, sorry New York is closed
The Captain came on , so sorry we're late
our flight is now canceled, we'll look for a gate
we sat hour more, not moving an inch
gates must be controlled by the infamous grinch
Eventually prevailing, H10 we did find
but Buenos Aires bound left us in a bind
with baggage in hand we hustled around
ahead of the crowd an agent we found
He said not a word, the computer keys flew
valiently stuggling to find reservations anew
phone calls to the boss, bending rules if we might
finally, for the morrow he found us a flight
No more through New York, now Miami we'll roam
with reservations in hand we headed for home
and we heard him exclaim as we cabbed out of sight
Merry Christmas to you, better luck tomorrow night