Twas the night before Christmas And all through the garage. There wasnt a trace of a Ford or Dodge. The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit, So I figured Id go mess with my Corvette for a bit. I popped the release and I lifted the hood, When a deep voice behind me said Looks pretty good. Well as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick, And there by my workbench, stood good Ol Saint Nick! He just stared at first, not sure what to say, Then Santa piped in Dont suppose youd trade that for my sleigh? Forget it, Mr. Claus then I started to grin If youve got some time we could go for a spin! His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow, Burst into a smile when he said Cmon then, Lets GO!! So as not to disturb all my neighbours retreat, We pushed my old Stingray quietly onto the street. Then, taking our places to drift down the hill, I turned on the key, then let the clutch spill. The sound erupted and took Santa by surprise, But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes. With cold tires spinning and exhaust pipes aglow, We headed on out to roads hot rodders go. And Santas grin widened, approaching his ears, With every shift up as I went through the gears. Then he yelled Cant recall when Ive felt so alive! So I backed off the gas and said Do you wanna drive? Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys, As he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees! Then the big block exploded with raspy exhaust sound! Santa let out the clutch as the tires tore up the ground. Power shift into second, again into third! I grabbed for the handle, at loss for a word. With the tank reaching empty, Santa returned to his sleigh, Never to forget that ride in my Chevy Stingray Later, I heard him exclaim, as he blasted from sight, Merry Christmas, to all, and to all a Good Night.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 23:45:45 +0000
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