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No good deed goes unpunished
'Twas the night before Christmas and out in the garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Chevy, or even a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with the ‘Stang for a bit.
I popped out the hood pins and then lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "that looks pretty good."
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol’ Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleigh?
I said "no way, Santa" and started to grin,
"But if you've got some time, we could go for a spin!"
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said "heck yeah! Let's go!!"
So as not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat,
We pushed the Mustang quietly into the street,
Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I turned on the key and I let the clutch spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With Goodriches a' crying and tail pipes aglow,
We headed on out where the hot rodders go.
And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every up shift I did, as I rowed through the gears.
Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!",
So I backed off the gas and said "you wanna drive?"
Ol’ Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!
Then the HiPo exploded with that Arvinode exhaust sound!
Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching, at loss for a word,
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all...........what a great, great night!!!"
Merry Christmas to everyone from Lower Alabama - John
There wasn't a trace of a Chevy, or even a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with the ‘Stang for a bit.
I popped out the hood pins and then lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "that looks pretty good."
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol’ Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleigh?
I said "no way, Santa" and started to grin,
"But if you've got some time, we could go for a spin!"
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said "heck yeah! Let's go!!"
So as not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat,
We pushed the Mustang quietly into the street,
Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I turned on the key and I let the clutch spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With Goodriches a' crying and tail pipes aglow,
We headed on out where the hot rodders go.
And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every up shift I did, as I rowed through the gears.
Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!",
So I backed off the gas and said "you wanna drive?"
Ol’ Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!
Then the HiPo exploded with that Arvinode exhaust sound!
Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching, at loss for a word,
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all...........what a great, great night!!!"
Merry Christmas to everyone from Lower Alabama - John
