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[title] => THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS TWO
[time] => 2011-10-18 12:29:50
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[bodytext] => It was the night before Christmas and all through the garage Not a creature was stirring not even my Dodge. The tires were hung on the bumper with care In hopes that St. Nicholas will fill them with air. The engine was tucked all snug in it's bed While visions of Spark Plugs danced in it's Heads. With me in the front seat and the wife in the back Had just settled down after having a snack. When outside the garage we heard a car roar, It must have more cubic inches than a 454. So I rose just enough to look over the hood, To see what I can see, the best that I could. All of a sudden it opened, the overhead door, And I could see six cars, then I saw two more. They were all the Christmas colors, Red, Green and White, There's no doubt in my mind, it's St. Nicholas alright. He was all dressed up in his Drag Racing suit, Jacket and Pants, Gloves, Helmet and Boot. Unlike his red furry suit that he normally wore, He wore this suit when he put the pedal to the floor. He entered the garage and knew just what to do, And filled up those tires in a minute or two. He went out to the cars with trunks open wide, Then loaded his sack and brought it inside. Along with his eight little helpers so jolly, They set out some gifts from Moroso and Holley. A new set of Fan Belts and Seat Covers of gray, Were surely the makings for a great Christmas Day. "Let's go fellas", he said, "Be quick on your feet" "Jump in your cars and let's hit the streets". I heard the cars start, first one, two, three, then all, They just sat and waited till he gave them the call. "Now Cobra! Now Super Sport! Now Bucket "T"! On, Z28! On, Viper! On, Super Bee! On, Road Runner! On, Olds 442! Put the pedal to the metal, there's more stops to do". Hearing the thunder of the pipes and tires squealing, Filled my heart with a warm, fuzzy feeling. And I could hear St. Nick yell, as the cars took flight, 'Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night". [comments] => 1 [counter] => 89 [topic] => 18 [informant] => chacha [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Holiday Poetry )
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