I thought I'd try my hand at a Christmas Poem!

Was the night before Christmas, Santa felt less than gay.
He needed more power to handle his sleigh.

So many toys and places to go....
"As the Reindeer get older, we just seem too slow."

All over the world, and just in one night...
"Can't see how to do it, time just seems too tight!"

Then an idea occurred to this crafty old man...
A nice diesel engine would aid in his plan.

"With reindeer in front, and a Cummins in back.....
Every child on earth, gets a toy from my sack!"

So, preserved was the legend; and later that night.....
As he zoomed over rooftops, and flew out of sight.

He was heard to have said, to one and to all....
.................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ................. Actually nobody could hear what he said over the noise of the Cummins.

 

So did Santa get that black soot on his clothes from the chiminey or the exhaust of the Cummins

 

Nice, Now santa has to get stacks on his sleigh

 

His metal bases aka "skis" double as side exit exhausts.

 

The Cummins is in back

 

Nice job on the poem. I like it! Merry Christmas, Kurt

 

that was funny!

 

Thats what was in the toby keith song "santas got a hot rod sleigh"

 

...After all said and done, he could afford now to rest,
And perhaps pull a present for himself out 'his chest.
For with a Cummins in sleigh, Santa had to upgrade,
Since he couldn't let BigBlue beat him up that steep grade.

So out came a turbo, and a set of new sticks,
For it is very nice to use magic for such tricks.
With a wink of his eye, the "53" disappeared,
And his VP44 got all best engineered.

Soon the muffler was gone, and appeared PAX brake,
For it is all important to slow down that sleigh.
And at this time old Santa hesitated a while:
For exactly, how does one upgrade rails to big tires?

But by that time, his break's end was all too near,
So he gave his tires to one of us here,
Gave us Smarty, and Quad, DDP and good wishes
So that we could just celebrate Merry Christmas!

Cheers, everyone!
-P

 

Rumor is that Santa is testing the Full race version of Smarty for Bob and Marco.

 

Thanks for returning the smiles to me! And for finishing the poem, Paul.

Can't shake your images of Santa, at the end of the night, covered with exhaust soot, in a sleigh with gauges, 35" wheels, and stacks on it!

RJ

 

So how many times did Santa replace his vp-44 on his trip??? haha.



Merry Christamas to all.