‘twas The Night Before Christmas’

[chucks73]

‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS’
CAMARO STYLE

Twas the night before Christmas and out in the garage,
There wasn’t a trace of a Honda, Toyota, or Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I’d mess with the Camaro a bit.

I popped the release and lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said “It looks pretty good.”
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood ol’ Saint Nick!

I stood there a bit, not to sure what to say,
Then he said. “Don’t suppose that you’d trade for my sleight?”
“No way, Santa” I said with a grin,
“But if you’ve got the time we can go for a spin!”

His round little mouth, all tied like a bow’
Turned into a smile and he said ”Sure! Let’s go!!”
So not to disturb all the neighbors” retreat,
We quietly pushed the car to the street.

Then, taking our places to coast down the hill,
I turned on the key and 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 tires a’screaming and headers aglow,
We headed on out to where the Hot Rodders go.
And Santa’s grin widened approaching his ears,
With every shift as I banged through the gears.

Then he yelled “I CAN’T RECALL WHEN I’VE FELT SO ALIVE!”
So I backed off the gas and asked Santa if he would drive.
Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!

The Camaro exploded with a sweet exhaust sound!
And when Santa popped the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shifting in to 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, it’s one hell of a night”

[c.schulz]

Too Cool. Mind if I keep a copy?

Chris

[chucks73]

Originally Posted by c.schulz

Too Cool. Mind if I keep a copy?

Chris

It's all yours.

[joe440]

thats a good one, heres one in the view of one of those poor little ricers

Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try with this 2 liter motor,
To beat this damn Mustang, even with it's big blower.

As light goes to green and I pull like no joke,
The Mustang erupts in clouds of tire smoke.
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons.

Racing ahead I'm the Star of the action,
But I know I'm in trouble when that blown Mustang gets traction.
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My rearview mirror is blocked by my Shopping Kart Wing.

I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining.
All I can do is keep that four-banger straining.
In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying, now a thing of the past.

Don't bother with third, 'cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate.

Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in fling,
"You may not win any in that silly thing,"

I scowled and I revved and let out a sigh,
& did my classic trademark high speed fly-by,
Then I smiled and revved as I pulled out of sight,
With my new mods tomorrow, it will be a better night."