T’was the night before Christmas and all through the garage,
Not 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 my old truck a bit.
As I pulled the pins and lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said - - “Looks pretty darn good!”
Well as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol Saint Nick!
He stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then with a smile out came, “I’ll trade ya my sleigh?”
I said “No way, Santa” and started to grin,
“But if you got the time, let’s go for a spin!”
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said “hey! Let’s go!!”
So not to disturb the neighbors as they sleep,
We push the old truck quietly to the street,
Then, cinching our belts as we coast down the hill,
I grabbed second gear as 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 Goodyears a screamin’ and pipes all aglow,
We headed on out where the gear heads all go!
Santa’s grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every up shift, as I went through the gears.
He yelled “I can’t remember when I 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!
The old FE
screamed with its evil sound,
As Santa dumped the clutch, the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching, at a loss for a word.
Santa’s white knuckles, grippin’ the wheel with fear,
The look in his eyes said, “I don't need them reindeer!”
I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
“Merry Christmas to all… and to all a good night!”