P. O. BOX 304 CHEHALIS, WA 98532





Pres           Jim Kruger            KK7AB

1st V.P.     Loren Krenelka     KD7EMH

2nd V.P     Bill Harwell           KC7QHJ

3rd V.P.    Eric Gildersleeve   KD7CAO

Sec            Stacie Munro         KD7JPL

Treas.         Mike Schessler      KC7HTG



President   Jim VanderMeer   KC7ASV

1st V. P.    Gary Litteer          K7GP

2nd V.P.    Eric Gildersleeve   KD7CAO

3rd V.P.    Kevin Nelson        KD7HTF

Secretary   Stacie Munro         KD7JPL

Treasurer   Mike Schessler      KC7HTG



** JANUARY 2nd, 2002  ** is the next CVARS monthly meeting.  Held at the First Baptist Church of Chehalis, 1826 S. Market Blvd. at 7:30 p.m.




JAN 6     KA7EOV        JAN 13   KC7ASY        JAN 20   N7EIK            JAN 27   KC7TPK

FEB 3     K7OVN          JAN 13   KC7ASY        FEB 17   KC7QHJ         FEB 24   KK7AB

MAR 3   KA7EOV        MAR 10 KC7ASY        MAR 17 N7EIK            MAR 24 KC7TPK




Twas the night before Christmas, And all through two-meters, Not a signal was keying Up any repeaters. The antennas reached up From the tower, quite high, To catch the weak signals That bounced from the sky. The children, Tech-Pluses, Took their HT's to bed, And dreamed of the day They'd be Extras, instead. Mom put on her headphones, I plugged in the key, And we tuned 40 meters For that rare ZK3. When the meter was pegged by a signal with power. It smoked a small diode, and, I swear, shook the tower. Mom yanked off her phones, And with all she could muster Logged a spot of the signal On the DX Packet Cluster.


While I ran to the window And peered up at the sky, To see what could generate RF that high. It was way in the distance, But the moon made it gleam-A flying sleigh, with an Eight element beam, And a little old driver who looked slightly mean. So I thought for a moment, That it might be Wayne Green. But no, it was Santa, The Santa of Hams. On a mission, this Christmas To clean up the bands. He circled the tower, Then stopped in his track, And slid down the coax Right into the shack.


While Mom and I hid Behind stacks of CQ, This Santa of hamming Knew just what to do. He cleared off the shack desk Of paper and parts, And filled out all my late QSL's For a start. He ran copper braid, Took a steel rod and pounded It into the earth, till The station was grounded. He tightened loose fittings, Resoldered connections, Cranked down Modulation, Installed lighting protection. He neutralized tubes In my linear lamp...(Never worked right before --Now it works like a champ). A new, low-pass filter Cleaned up the TV. He corrected the settings In my TNC. He repaired the computer That would not compute, And he backed up the hard drive And got it to boot. Then, he reached really deep In the bag that he brought, And he pulled out a big box. "A new rig?" I thought! "A new Kenwood? An Icom? A Yeasu, for me?!" (If he thought I'd been bad it might be QRP!) Yes! The Ultimate Station! How could I deserve this? Could it be all those hours that I worked Public Service? He hooked it all up And in record time, quickly Worked 100 countries, All down on 160. I should have been happy, it was my call he sent. But the cards and the postage Will cost two month's rent! He made final adjustments, And left a card by the key: "To Gary, from Santa Claus. Seventy-Three." Then he grabbed his HT, Looked me straight in the eye, Punched a code on the pad, And was gone - no good bye.


I ran back to the station, And the pile-up was big, But a card from St. Nick Would be worth my new rig. Oh, too late, for his final came over the air. It was copied all over. It was heard everywhere. The Ham's Santa exclaimed What a ham might expect, "Merry Christmas to all, And to all, good DX."




Next edition of our newsletter there will be a new editor, Michelle Fries, KD7LMW. Please welcome her and do what you can to help make her job easier. Karen, KA7CVT