The Night Before Christmas Automotive Style

Twas the night before Christmas and out in the garage, There wasn’t a
trace of a Honda, Ford, or a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit, So I figured I’d
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. “Don’t
suppose that you’d trade for my sleigh?”
“No way, Santa” I said with a grin,
“But if you’ve 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! Let’s 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 a’screaming and headers aglow, We headed on out to where the
Hot Rodders go. And Santa’s grin widened approaching his ears, With every shift as I banged through the gears.

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, it’s one heck of a night”

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