Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
12-15-2006, 02:36 AM
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Heres another one.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the garages
Not a Poncho was stirrin, you'd think they were Dodges;
Empty toolboxes were open under each Christmas tree,
Each person saying, "Hope St. Nick remembers me."
The F-Body buffs were nestled snug in their beds,
While visions of car parts danced in their heads.
Mamma was in her T-shirt, and I wore my cap.
We had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sheet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew with a bound,
Tore open the curtains to see who was around.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Black SS downshifting gears!
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
More rapid than race cars his Chevy it came;
With more classics following which he called by name:
Now SS!! Now Yenko! Now Nickey and ZL-1! On Z/28!
on COPOs! and all you Top Guns!
Right down the chimney he went with a squeal.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his trunk;
And filled all the stockings with lots of good junk.
He brought goodies to most homes, but some he ignored,
We found out next morning that those folks all drove Fords!
And giving a jingle with his set of keys,
Gave a quick nod and left in a breeze.
He fired up his big block and it sounded so sweet,
With the others behind him, he roared down the street.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the garages
Not a Poncho was stirrin, you'd think they were Dodges;
Empty toolboxes were open under each Christmas tree,
Each person saying, "Hope St. Nick remembers me."
The F-Body buffs were nestled snug in their beds,
While visions of car parts danced in their heads.
Mamma was in her T-shirt, and I wore my cap.
We had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sheet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew with a bound,
Tore open the curtains to see who was around.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Black SS downshifting gears!
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
More rapid than race cars his Chevy it came;
With more classics following which he called by name:
Now SS!! Now Yenko! Now Nickey and ZL-1! On Z/28!
on COPOs! and all you Top Guns!
Right down the chimney he went with a squeal.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his trunk;
And filled all the stockings with lots of good junk.
He brought goodies to most homes, but some he ignored,
We found out next morning that those folks all drove Fords!
And giving a jingle with his set of keys,
Gave a quick nod and left in a breeze.
He fired up his big block and it sounded so sweet,
With the others behind him, he roared down the street.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!
that first one was good. I'm going to put that on my fquick page 
