Twas the Night Before Christmas – for the mechanic

Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the shop,
Nothing was stirring, not even the mop.

The stockings were hung over the workbench with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The tools were all clean and snug in their beds,
While visions of ‘Made in USA’ and ‘chrome vanadium steel’ Danced in their heads.

When all of a sudden there came a strange roar.
A souped-up red snow mobile, ported and stroked
With a custom bore.

And driven by no ordinary elf –
This was the real deal – St. Nicholas himself!

He materialized in the shop, saw the stockings.
And hopped up on the bench.
Filled them with sockets, Channel Locks,
And a shiny new torque wrench.

Then back to his snow mobile, idling like a Harley.

And I heard him say as he motored out of sight:
“Good tools are like good friends, so treat them right.
Now Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

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