I do not know who authored this story from 1987.
My thanks to @Photon440 for his collaboration in transcribing the text:
T'was the night before Christmas
and all through the Metroplex
not a Mopar was stirring
not even our HEMI GETX
The parts bags were hung by
the toolbox with care
in hopes that St. Lido
soon would be there
The Belvedere was nestled
all snug in the shed
While visions of a new Hemi
danced in its head
With a NHOA 't'shirt
and performance team cap
I crawled under my Mopar
for a short minutes nap
When out in the street
There arose such a clatter
A classic Chevy threw a rod
could that be the matter?
Away to the garage door
I flew like a flash
Hit my head on the Dana
My nose I did smash.
And when I awoke what to my gleaming eyes should appear
a red Hemi Cuda convertible screaming in first gear
With a driver so Jolly and neato
I knew ina moment that it was St. Lido.
More rapid than any Porsche his Mopars they came
He shouted and whistled and called them by name
On Lancer! On Duster! On Cuda! On Challenger!
On Laser! On Daytona! On Countach! On Charger!
Later he spoke not a word
but went right to work.
He filled all the bags with N.O.S. Parts
I almost went berserk!
Blessing the Hemi Mopar
with a new Torqueflite
He gave a nod
and slipped into the nite.
He sprang to the wheel,
lit the fire,
jabbed the gas,
and smoked the tires.
I heard him exclaim as
he screamed out of sight,
"A Merry Mopar Christmas to all
and to all a Hemi Torquflite!"
Source:
pretty cool 
