‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the garage

Not a creature was stirring, not even the Dodge.

The spark plugs were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of sparks danced through their heads.

The inner tubes were hung by the chimney with care

In hopes that Saint Nicholas would fill them with air.

Mama in her kerchief and I, in my cap

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bunk and missed the ladder.

Ran to the window, threw open the sash,

Leaned out too far and fell in the trash.

I stood and brushed off all the new fallen snow

And greeted St. Nick with a hearty “Ho! Ho!”

He was dressed all in fur, for it was a cold night

It must have been freezing on the sliegh while in flight.

A bundle of goodies flung over his back

He looked like a peddler as he opened the sack.

His eyes twinkled through goggles, his dimples so merry.

Then, he took off his cap, but my, he was hairy.

His hair flowed over his shoulders, so  white

He reached into his sack and pulled out a flash light.

Then to my surprise, what he pulled out of his bag

Was a 345 Hemi, ready to drag.

Then  he pulled out some headers that looked really sweet

And to top it all off, a set of big meats.

He pulled out a tire iron, a hammer and wrench

Before I could grasp it, he pulled out a tool bench.

When all the tools were layed out in a nice, neat row,

He turned with a wave and said, “Ho! Ho! Ho!”

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,

Merry Christmas to all, may you win tonight!

By Greg and Kaye Booth