Sing to the tune of It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
(Verse 1) It’s beginning to look a lot like takeoff, Jets in every gate, But the prettiest sight to see, Is the baggage crew working late.
(Chorus) Ground handlers, they’re hustling, Lifting bags, oh so high, With every load they’re heaving, To the skies, they touch the sky.
(Verse 2) It’s beginning to look a lot like boarding, Passengers in their line, But the happiest sight to see, Is the cargo doors align.
(Chorus) Ground handlers, they’re bustling, On the apron, snowflakes fly, A symphony of engines, As the planes prepare to fly.
(Bridge) Airliners taxi in the night, Underneath the runway lights, And baggage handlers make it right, For a travel-filled delight.
(Verse 3) It’s beginning to look a lot like arrival, As the jets descend with grace, But the loveliest sight to see, Is the baggage crew’s smiling face.
(Chorus) Ground handlers, they’re rejoicing, As the flights touch down with pride, In the world of aviation, Christmas cheer spreads far and wide.
