The night before Christmas

[satellite66]

It was the night before Christmas and all through the garage
Not a creature was stirring not even my Dodge.
The tires were hung on the bumper with care
In hopes that St, Nicholas will fill them with air.

The engine was tucked, all snug in it's bed
While visions of Spark Plugs danced in it's Heads.
With me in the front seat and the Wife in the back
We just settled down after having a snack.

When outside the garage I heard a car roar
It must have more cubic inches than a 454.
So I rose just enough to look over the hood
To see what I could see, the best that I could.

All of a sudden it opened, the overhead door
And I could see six cars, then I saw two more.
They were all the Christmas colors, Red, Green and White
There's no doubt in my mind, it's St. Nicholas alright.

He was all dressed up in his Drag Racing Suit
Jacket and Pants, Gloves, Helmet and Boot.
Unlike his red furry suit that he normally wore
He wore this suit when he put the pedal to the floor.

He entered the garage and knew just what to do
And filled up those tires in a minute or two.
He went out to the cars with trunks open wide
Then he loaded his sack and brought it inside.

Along with eight little helpers so jolly
They set out some gifts from Moroso and Holley.
A new set of Fan Belts and Seat Covers of gray
Were surly the makings for a great Christmas Day.


"Let's go fellas" he said, "Be quick on your feet"
"Jump in your cars and let's hit the street".
I heard the cars start, first one, two, three, then all
They just sat and waited till he gave them the call.

"Now Cobra! Now Super Sport! Now Bucket "T"!
On, Z28! On, Viper! On, Super Bee!
On, Road Runner! On, Olds 442!"
"Put the pedal to the metal, there's more stops to do".

Hearing the thunder of the pipes and tires squealing
Filled my heart with a warm, fuzzy feeling.
And I could hear St. Nick yell, as the cars took flight
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night".

 

[addict4christ]

That was really good ......... Till all the brand X cars got mentioned.
Hey let's keep it Mopar ! LoL !
Just a little prejudice. Sorry.
Merry CHRISTmas !!!

 

[BigBlock61]

That was great! did you write it or find it?

 

[Budnicks]

thanks that was pretty damn good...

 

[satellite66]

That was great! did you write it or find it?

I didn't write it, someone sent it to me. I thought it was pretty good though!

 

[65hemi]

Night Before Christmas, Mopar style...


'Twas the night before Christmas and out on the streets,
Only Mopars were winning against Fords and "Heartbeats."

The stop lights were hung over the streets with care,
Getting ready to change for those drivers who dare.

The children were nestled all snug in there beds,
While visions of Hot Wheels danced in their heads.

My wife was on the phone and I in the garage,
Staring at my Miss Mopar collage.

When out on the drive rolled up such a rumble,
You knew for the owner it was hard to be humble.

I recognized the sound but had to see for myself,
I knew this was no blue oval elf.

I was right, there it was, in it's plum crazy glow,
A '71 426 'Cuda built for go.

The black billboard split as the door opened wide,
A large sack of parts was then tossed outside.

A leg swung out with a tall black boot,
Then there he stood in a red and white suit.

It was Santa, St. Nick, in all of his glory,
"But Santa, please tell me, just what is the story?"

"Where is your sleigh, your eight tiny deer?"
He said "I traded them in on 425 horses and a 4.10 gear!"

"I test drove 'em all, every single musclecar,
But none can beat 'Cheevies' like a Hemi Mopar!"

"And son you've been good and learned all the tricks,
So I'm swapping your small block for a 426!"

Then he grabbed up his tools and went straight to the chore.
The swap took one hour, no less and no more.

This guy was good, but something wasn't right...
Santa couldn't have learned to do that overnight.

He torqued the last nut and then walked away,
"With this," he said proudly, "you'll beat 'Cheevies' all day!"

All at once it hit me, I recognized the voice,
His skill with the tools, his words of choice.

Once I figured it out, it was really no surprise,
This was Big Daddy Don Garlits in a Santa disguise.

He collected up his tools and went back to his ride,
Put his stuff in the trunk and hopped back inside.

With a whine of the starter, the beast came alive,
And with a shift to reverse, he backed out of my drive.

With pistol grip in hand he shifted into first,
And the 'Cuda jumped forward with a quick but smooth burst.

I could see he was happy about what he had done,
He had turned my car into major Mopar fun.

But he had to be going, he had much to do,
Lots of Hemis to be swapped in hours too few.

And I heard him exclaim as he snatched second gear...
"Have a smooth running Christmas and a Mopar New Year"