Happy Holidays
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Merry Christmas Fellas!!!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays fellas!
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the shop
My engine wasn’t firing, not even a pop.
I tried everything I could think of, as my eye started to tear,
I sure wish Dr.Olds or Joe P was here.
More parts were nestled all snug in the shed,
Manifolds, carburetors and aluminum heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had tried to figure out what was wrong with my crap.
When out of the ‘puter there arose such a clatter,
The elves at Classicolds want to see what’s the matter.
Away to the keyboard I flew like a flash,
Tripped on a shoe and nearly broke my (um Ash).
The boys on the forum said they would give it a go
Check the fuel pump, the spark plugs and the timing below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A lose wire to the coil, man I need a beer.
With a little old screwdriver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it would do the trick.
More rapid than eagles, the advice that came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Thanks Brian! Now, Joe! Thanks Richard! And Allan!
Thanks Craig! And Eric! And the dude on Long Island!
The problem was found, nothing major at all!
A loose wire to the coil! It’s always something small
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house and the fridge I flew
For a well earned Christmas brew or two
I was so merry and happy my problem was fixed
Nothing more than a wire, a gremlin up to tricks.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of little reindeer hoofs.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Into the kitchen St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of parts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
“Have a look at these parts”, he said “every one of is cherry”
!His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
He said “there’s really isn’t anything like New Old Stock you know”
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had sheet metal and chrome and parts a plenty,
Boxes and boxes I lost count at twenty!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed and I asked him is this all for myself?
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know nothing more was to be said.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all my shelves, then he turned with a jerk.
And he said to me “no excuses anymore now get to work”
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his bitchin, souped up sleigh,
A 56 dual quad ‘88’ I’d say
To his team he gave a whistle,
Into the backseat they flew like a Missile.
I heard him exclaim, as he rumbled out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the shop
My engine wasn’t firing, not even a pop.
I tried everything I could think of, as my eye started to tear,
I sure wish Dr.Olds or Joe P was here.
More parts were nestled all snug in the shed,
Manifolds, carburetors and aluminum heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had tried to figure out what was wrong with my crap.
When out of the ‘puter there arose such a clatter,
The elves at Classicolds want to see what’s the matter.
Away to the keyboard I flew like a flash,
Tripped on a shoe and nearly broke my (um Ash).
The boys on the forum said they would give it a go
Check the fuel pump, the spark plugs and the timing below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A lose wire to the coil, man I need a beer.
With a little old screwdriver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it would do the trick.
More rapid than eagles, the advice that came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Thanks Brian! Now, Joe! Thanks Richard! And Allan!
Thanks Craig! And Eric! And the dude on Long Island!
The problem was found, nothing major at all!
A loose wire to the coil! It’s always something small
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house and the fridge I flew
For a well earned Christmas brew or two
I was so merry and happy my problem was fixed
Nothing more than a wire, a gremlin up to tricks.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of little reindeer hoofs.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Into the kitchen St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of parts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
“Have a look at these parts”, he said “every one of is cherry”
!His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
He said “there’s really isn’t anything like New Old Stock you know”
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had sheet metal and chrome and parts a plenty,
Boxes and boxes I lost count at twenty!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed and I asked him is this all for myself?
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know nothing more was to be said.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all my shelves, then he turned with a jerk.
And he said to me “no excuses anymore now get to work”
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his bitchin, souped up sleigh,
A 56 dual quad ‘88’ I’d say
To his team he gave a whistle,
Into the backseat they flew like a Missile.
I heard him exclaim, as he rumbled out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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December 24th, 2014 04:26 AM