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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a Grand Prix was running, not even Don Rome's. All my car parts and tools were hung in the garage with care, in hopes that a turbo would soon be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, with visions of intercoolers dancing in their heads.
And the wife in her ummm nothing, and I in my ummm nothing,
Had just settled ourselves for a long winter’s, ahem, “nap”.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see WTF was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Grabbing my baseball bat, I tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the new-fallen snow
Gave a luster like my silver GXP down below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
The UPS guy with not any Reindeer.
He was a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be some guy named Rick.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
I thought to myself, UPS guys wear fur?
I then felt a sharp pain, damnit I stubbed my foot.
A bundle of Auto Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
Nope, I just got something in my eye, it hurts so very!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a strut tower bar,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the neighbors car.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a shiny chrome rim.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of being fat myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
installing my turbo, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, through the garage door he rose!
He sprang to his truck, and radio’s in “Yeah, I’m done”,
And away he drove off, like a thief on the run.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and don’t get a friggin ticket!”
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