Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the garage

[SHO-Z]

I found this on KITCARCLUB.com and thought it was kool

 

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the garage

Not a builder was stirring, not even for the cause;

The stockings were all hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that ‘ol Santa would soon would be there.

With TV blaring, kids were nestled in their beds,

And visions of iPods dancing in their heads;

Mama was in her flannels, and I in my Rockies cap,

Had just settled down for a brief winter’s nap—

When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my snoring to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a snail,

Tore open the shutters and broke a fingernail.

The moon, lighting up the new-fallen snow,

Gave an eerie glimpse of objects below;

When, what to my sleepy eyes should appear

But a miniature Cobra, powered by some serious gear.

With a little ‘ol driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than dragsters his horsepower it came,

And he hooted and hollered and called them by name:

“Now, Cobra, now, Speedster! Now, Lambo and Seven! On, Countach! On, Blazer!

On, Devin and Diva!

To the top of the deck! To the top of the fence!

Now, blast away, blast away, blast away, all!â€

As dry leaves that before hurricanes fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, drag to the sky,

So, up to the garage-top the horsepower it flew,

With a Cobra full of toys—and Santa Claus, too.

And then in a moment, I heard on the roof

The revving and exhaust note that’ll cause you to hoot.

As I pulled in my head, and was turnin’ around

Down the chimney Santa came with a bound.

He had traded his fur for a red driving suit,

Which by now was all covered with ashes and soot.

He had changed from my youth and looked fit as could be,

And his once flowing white beard was now trimmed in a goatee.

He had succumbed to the health forces and no longer smoked,

But the goodies in his backpack were still familiar to this bloke.

His eyes still twinkled! His dimples how merry!

His cheeks were chapped and his nose was like a cherry.

He now had a trim face and no longer a belly,

But when he laughed, he made us all feel merry.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

He gave a nod and up the chimney he rose.

He hopped in his Cobra, to his starter gave a whistle,

And away he flew like a bullet out of a pistol.

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

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!â€

 

With apologies to the writer of the original verse parodied above, QueenBee and I would like to wish you all a very Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad, Happy Hanukah, Happy Festivus, Happy Holidays, etc. and hope that you get what you asked for!

[Lunar240z]

kwanza too...

[SuperKid]

That's nice. But to be honest, it tries too hard to rhyme. Some of it doesn't make much sense. Like since when did Santa ever smoke? Wouldn't he have to be a smoker to quit smoking? Also, why would the main character "fly like a snail" if he was in such a hurry? Sorry to pick apart the poem like that. But, anyway, it's nice that someone tried to make an auto-related christmas poem. So, yeah, Merry Christmas all.