T'was the night before Christmas
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T'was the night before Christmas
This was sent to me and I thought I'd share!! 
<br><br><br>'Twas the night before Christmas and out on the streets,<br>Only Mopars were winning against Fords and "Heartbeats."<br><br>The stop lights were hung over the streets with care,<br>Getting ready to change for those drivers who dare.<br><br>The children were nestled all snug in there beds,<br>While visions of Hot Wheels danced in their heads.<br><br>My wife was on the phone and I in the garage,<br>Staring at my Miss Mopar collage.<br><br>When out on the drive rolled up such a rumble,<br>You knew for the owner it was hard to be humble.<br><br>I recognized the sound but had to see for myself,<br>I knew this was no blue oval elf.<br><br>I was right, there it was, in it's plum crazy glow,<br>A '71 426 'Cuda built for go.<br><br>The black billboard split as the door opened wide,<br>A large sack of parts was then tossed outside.<br><br>A leg swung out with a tall black boot,<br>Then there he stood in a red and white suit.<br><br>It was Santa, St. Nick, in all of his glory,<br>"But Santa, please tell me, just what is the story?"<br><br>"Where is your sleigh, your eight tiny deer?"<br>He said "I traded them in on 425 horses and a 4.10 gear!"<br><br>"I test drove 'em all, every single muscle car,<br>But none can beat 'Cheevies' like a Hemi Mopar!"<br><br>"And son you've been good and learned all the tricks,<br>So I'm swapping your small block for a 426!"<br><br>Then he grabbed up his tools and went straight to the chore.<br>The swap took one hour, no less and no more.<br><br>This guy was good, but something wasn't right...<br>Santa couldn't have learned to do that overnight.<br><br>He torqued the last nut and then walked away,<br>"With this," he said proudly, "you'll beat 'Cheevies' all day!"<br><br>All at once it hit me, I recognized the voice,<br>His skill with the tools, his words of choice.<br><br>Once I figured it out, it was really no surprise,<br>This was Big Daddy Don Garlits in a Santa disguise.<br><br>He collected up his tools and went back to his ride,<br>Put his stuff in the trunk and hopped back inside.<br><br>With a whine of the starter, the beast came alive,<br>And with a shift to reverse, he backed out of my drive.<br><br>With pistol grip in hand he shifted into first,<br>And the 'Cuda jumped forward with a quick but smooth burst.<br><br>I could see he was happy about what he had done,<br>He had turned my car into major Mopar fun.<br><br>But he had to be going, he had much to do,<br>Lots of Hemis to be swapped in hours too few.<br><br>And I heard him exclaim as he snatched second gear...<br>"Have a smooth running Christmas and a Mopar New Year"
<br><br><br>'Twas the night before Christmas and out on the streets,<br>Only Mopars were winning against Fords and "Heartbeats."<br><br>The stop lights were hung over the streets with care,<br>Getting ready to change for those drivers who dare.<br><br>The children were nestled all snug in there beds,<br>While visions of Hot Wheels danced in their heads.<br><br>My wife was on the phone and I in the garage,<br>Staring at my Miss Mopar collage.<br><br>When out on the drive rolled up such a rumble,<br>You knew for the owner it was hard to be humble.<br><br>I recognized the sound but had to see for myself,<br>I knew this was no blue oval elf.<br><br>I was right, there it was, in it's plum crazy glow,<br>A '71 426 'Cuda built for go.<br><br>The black billboard split as the door opened wide,<br>A large sack of parts was then tossed outside.<br><br>A leg swung out with a tall black boot,<br>Then there he stood in a red and white suit.<br><br>It was Santa, St. Nick, in all of his glory,<br>"But Santa, please tell me, just what is the story?"<br><br>"Where is your sleigh, your eight tiny deer?"<br>He said "I traded them in on 425 horses and a 4.10 gear!"<br><br>"I test drove 'em all, every single muscle car,<br>But none can beat 'Cheevies' like a Hemi Mopar!"<br><br>"And son you've been good and learned all the tricks,<br>So I'm swapping your small block for a 426!"<br><br>Then he grabbed up his tools and went straight to the chore.<br>The swap took one hour, no less and no more.<br><br>This guy was good, but something wasn't right...<br>Santa couldn't have learned to do that overnight.<br><br>He torqued the last nut and then walked away,<br>"With this," he said proudly, "you'll beat 'Cheevies' all day!"<br><br>All at once it hit me, I recognized the voice,<br>His skill with the tools, his words of choice.<br><br>Once I figured it out, it was really no surprise,<br>This was Big Daddy Don Garlits in a Santa disguise.<br><br>He collected up his tools and went back to his ride,<br>Put his stuff in the trunk and hopped back inside.<br><br>With a whine of the starter, the beast came alive,<br>And with a shift to reverse, he backed out of my drive.<br><br>With pistol grip in hand he shifted into first,<br>And the 'Cuda jumped forward with a quick but smooth burst.<br><br>I could see he was happy about what he had done,<br>He had turned my car into major Mopar fun.<br><br>But he had to be going, he had much to do,<br>Lots of Hemis to be swapped in hours too few.<br><br>And I heard him exclaim as he snatched second gear...<br>"Have a smooth running Christmas and a Mopar New Year"
good one!
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