Twas the night before christmas, when all through the house Not a motor was roaring, not even a chevy mouse. The Tools were hung on the pegboard with care, In hopes that St Nicholas would soon be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of Stromburgs danced in their heads And mamma in her teddy, and me totally nude. The bump in the sheets it sure did protrude. From outside the house there came such a roarin. Could it be Santa, His sleigh a floorin. Away to the window it was quite a dash. Throwing on my boxers so santa I wouldn't flash. The moon a breast on the freshly paved road. Dew freshly fallen shining on the mother lode. My eyes grew wider for what did i see? A 39 Ford pickup as perfect as could be. With a little old driver, hair black and so slick. I knew in a second it was hot rod St Nick. With quickness he shut the old hot rod down. For he new the cops would be patrolling the town. Wearing denim, white shirt and leather jacket. His shirt was greasy from having to fix the alternator bracket. A bundle of parts he flung on his back Filed with speed and maybe a tach. He spoke not a word, as silent as could be. Sneaking to the garage to bring us some glee. To work he went after opening the door. Hoping with these new parts my hot rod would roar. As quietly as he came to his truck he snook. From the shop fridge a can of Pabps he took. Under his hood the starter a crankin. A 10 I say his hot rod was rankin. Then again Came the same roarin. one foot on the brake the gas pedal floorin. Tires a frying to my delight. Away he sped, like a thief in the night. Merry Christmas yall
well i was planning on writing a new story, but didn't get around to it.. so i figured why not just refry last years left overs... merry christmas yall
The Jalopy Journal
