Garage Christmas Poem by Gordon Jackson

It was the night before Christmas and all through the garage
Not a creature was stirring not even my Dodge.
The tires were hung on the bumper with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas will fill them with air.

The engine was tucked all snug in it's bed
While visions of Spark Plugs danced in it's Heads.
With me in the front seat and the wife in the back
We just settled down after having a snack.

When outside the garage we heard a car roar
It must have more cubic inches than a 454.
So I rose just enough to look over the hood
To see what I can see, the best that I could.

All of a sudden it opened, the overhead door,
And I could see six cars, then I saw two more.
They were all the Christmas colors, Red, Green and White
There's no doubt in my mind, it's St. Nicholas alright.

He was all dressed up in his Drag Racing suit
Jacket and Pants, Gloves, Helmet and Boot.
Unlike his red furry suit that he normally wore
He wore this suit when he put the pedal to the floor.

He entered the garage and knew just what to do
And filled up those tires in a minute or two.
He went out to the cars with trunks open wide
Then he loaded his sack and brought it inside.

Along with his eight little helpers so jolly
They set out some gifts from Moroso and Holley.
A new set of Fan Belts and Seat Covers of gray
Were surely the makings for a great Christmas Day.

'Let's go fellas' he said, 'Be quick on your feet'
'Jump in your cars and let's hit the street'.
I heard the cars start, first one, two, three, then all
They just sat and waited till he gave them the call.

'On Cobra! On Super Sport! On Bucket 'T'!
On, Z28! On, Viper! On, Super Bee!
On, Road Runner! On, Olds 442! '
'Put the pedal to the medal, there's more stops to do'.

Hearing the thunder of the pipes and tires squealing
Filled my heart with a warm, fuzzy feeling.
And I could hear St. Nick yell, as the cars took flight
'Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night'.