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‘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”
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”
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