Twas the night before Christmas and out in the garage, There wasnt a trace of a Honda, Ford, or a Dodge. The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit, So I figured Id mess with the Chevelle a bit. I popped the release and lifted the hood, When a deep voice behind me said It looks pretty good. Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick, And there, by the workbench, stood ol Saint Nick! I stood there a bit, not to sure what to say, Then he said. Dont suppose that youd trade for my sleigh? No way, Santa I said with a grin, But if youve got the time we can go for a spin! His round little mouth, all tied like a bow Turned into a smile and he said Sure! Lets go!! So not to disturb all the neighbors retreat, We quietly pushed the car to the street. Then, taking our places to coast down the hill, I turned on the key and let the clutch spill. The sound that erupted took him by surprise, But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes. With tires ascreaming and headers aglow, We headed on out to where the Hot Rodders go. And Santas grin widened approaching his ears, With every shift as I banged through the gears. Then he yelled I CANT RECALL WHEN IVE FELT SO ALIVE! So I backed off the gas and asked Santa if he would drive. Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys, When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees! The Chevelle exploded with a sweet exhaust sound! And when Santa popped the clutch and the tires shook the ground! Power shifting in to second, again into third! I sat there just watching, at loss for a word, Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight, Merry Christmas to all, its one heck of a night UnlikeUnlike ·
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 00:59:46 +0000
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