John Ford Yesterday at 2:28pm · Edited · . A Truckers Christmas Story It was late Christmas eve Hammer down for the house For three days with my kids And my beautiful spouse That big CAT was roarin Belchin smoke in the air Me, knowin at this rate I soon should be there Momma by now Was snuggled,warm in our bed I cranked on that throttle Visions of home in my head Then from under the hood That big CAT shuddered and clattered So I rolled to the shoulder To see what was the matter When I pulled that hood open Steam rose up and hissed I had smoked my damn turbo And man....was I pissed So I closed up the hood Just then to see A red B-model Mack Pull up in front of me It was lit up like Christmas A wreath hung on the grill And a covered wagon of presents Plum full to the gills The driver stepped from the cab In a suit just as red Black boots and belt And strange cap on his head A short, jolly fella With a flowin white beard And a HO! HO! HO! laugh It all seemed kinda wierd He said he could help out As his eyes twinkled bright Addin... If we can hurry Well make it tonight I climbed in the cab Spottin big chrome twin sticks He held out his hand And said that his name was Nick He started swingin them clubs Like he knew what to do He had a full twenty gears He was workin up through The first fifteen were easy Quite normal, Id say But from sixteen through twenty That all went away I was severely impressed Cause that truck literally flew With its big covered wagon Comin right along too It felt like Mach Ten When he got to the top Unloadin that trailer in.. Thirty-two thousand stops It was all just a haze That seemed quick as a shout As he placed a finger to nose When he popped in and out His run was soon finished As I sat there in awe With a wink and a grin He exclaimed Well son, thats all Hed now turn this rig back And get me on home Then he was headed up north Way up north of Nome He said he had lived there Most all his life With Three thousand elves And his plump little wife I told him his Mack Was an awesome ol ride Wished him Merry Christmas And strolled off inside A short few hours later Our kids woke us up Just about bustin To open thier stuff When they were all finished And I kicked myself back Bout suffered myself A BIG Heart attack Cause I glanced out the window And there under a tree Sat that shiney red B-model Waitin for me There was a note there from Nick It said hed had her turned down But just to the point Shed stay on the ground He added Be safe on those roads And keep truckin my friend I might see ya out there When its Christmas again J. N. Ford 12/03/14
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 07:21:01 +0000