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Discussion in 'Non Mustang General Discussion' started by janschutz, Dec 25, 2018.
Merry Christmas from the Anschutz Family
May God grant y'all health through out 2019!
Merry Christmas to all you degenerates!
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TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Twas the night before Christmas, and out in the garage,
Not a trace of a Honda, not even a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped, and the candles were lit,
So, I figured I’d mess with my ’32 for a bit.
With a grab of the latch, and a lift of the hood,
A soft voice behind me said,“Looks pretty good!”
Startled and shocked, I turned around quick,
Leaning on my floor jack, was Good Ol’ Saint Nick
I stood there a bit, not sure what to say,
He asked in a hurry, “Would you trade her for a sleigh?”
“No way, Santa” I said with a grin,
“But if you’ve got the time, we can go for a spin!”
His little round cheeks, all red like a bow,
Turned to a smile, as he said ”Perry, let’s go!”
Not to disturb all the neighbors asleep,
We pushed the ’32 out, not making a peep
Taking our places to coast down the drive,
I turned on the key, and let the starter fly!
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
I could tell he liked it, by the look in his eyes!
With my Roadster burbling, and Santa’s face aglow,
We headed on out of town, where all the old Deuces go.
From zero to a 100, faster we went,
The pipes were all roaring, and the speed limit bent.
Santa’s grin widened, almost approaching his ears
As he sat there laughing, almost in tears
With a glance toward my eye, he said with a smile
“I can’t recall riding in any better style ”
So I backed off the gas, and pulled to the side,
“Here ya go Big Guy, take her for a ride.”
Ol’ Santa was surprised, when I gave him the keys,
As he came past the headlights, I muttered “watch the bumps, please.”
He floored the throttle, and it leapt from the ground.
The ol’ girl exploded, with wondrous sound.
Twisting the speedo before getting into third
I stood there just praying, not saying a word
Faster and faster, he blasted nearly from sight,
When finally he roared,
“Merry Christmas to all”,
“And, to all a good night.”
Merry Christmas to all the Stangfix gang.
Merry Christmas to all.