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TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS........

'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the garage,
Not a motor was stirring,
Not even the Dodge,
The stockings were hung by the toolchest with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of nitrous danced in their heads.
And mama in her coveralls and I in my cap,
Had just settled in for a long winters nap,

When out in the driveway there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter,
Away to the carport I flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors and looked over the dash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave luster of carwax to objects below,
When what to my eyes shone like stars,
But a miniature sleigh and eight musclecars,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than rockets his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name,
"Now Trans Am! Now 'Cuda! Now Judge and Super Bee!
On Chevelle! On Roadrunner! On Charger and Chevy!
To the top of the tach! May your blowers be tall!
Now speed away, speed away, speed away all!"

As horsepower that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a red light, mount to the sky,
So down to the drag strip, his coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of NOS parts and St. Nicholas too,

And then in a twinkling I heard sounds like fire,
The squeeling and peeling of each big fat tire.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Out of the drivers seat St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed in carmine hobnail from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with oil and soot.
A bundle of parts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pit crewman hoisting a jack.

His signals how they twinkled! The onlookers stood wary!
His cheeks were like brakelights, his sparkplugs glowed like a cherry!
His dual exhaust with a rumble so low,
And the lettering on his tires was as white as the snow.

The keys to his cars he held tight in his teeth,
The exhaust fumes hung in the air like a wreath,
He had a broad axle and a seat belt 'round his belly,
And his shaker it shook like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word and went straight to work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And jingling his keys like a jolly old gent,
And giving a nod, back to the asphalt he went.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all drove with the speed of a missle,
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!"

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