A CARistmas Story: Prose from the ICE Age

[Chrisgb]

 

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the garage
Not a creature was stirring not even the Dodge
The tires were hung on the rack with great care 
In hopes that St Nicholas would fill them with air

The engine was tucked all snug in it's bed
While visions of spark plugs danced in its heads
With me in the front seat and the wife in the back
We’d just settled down after having a snack.

When outside the garage we heard a loud roar
Open lakes pipes, dual barrels of four
So we rose just enough to look over the hood
To see what we could see, the best that we could.
 
The Moon-equipped sled was parked in the snow
Blue Coral luster made it aglow

With a suited-up driver that maneuvered so slick 
And a personalized plate that announced ST NICK

With a booming voice that sounded so great,
He commanded his convoy, a party of eight

“On Nash, er, on Lancer on Chevy and Caddy
Lowest ET for this Big Daddy!
“Now Comet and Falcon and Kaiser and Lark
We’ve got a lot to do while it is still dark!!

With Santa In charge of the large entourage,
They unloaded the swag inside the garage
From Perfect Circle, (rings of chrome moly)
Hooker and Hurst, and Edelbrock, by golly!

As quick as it started, it soon was complete
We knew this night could never be beat.
And we heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”