Twas the night before Chritsmas...
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Twas the night before Chritsmas...
Added an update or two but thought i would repost 
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop
Not a creature was stirring, time for a wee drop
My new parts were placed on the bench with care,
Pistons, rods, and even a new cam was there.
The Olds guys were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of small blocks and bigblocks danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
just pulled another cool one from the tap.
When out on the lawn there arose such aclatter,
I sprang from my stool to see what was the matter.
Away to the garage I flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors and checked on my stash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Was pale compared to my Oldsmobile’s glow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But ol’ Saint Nick with a case of Ice Cold beer.
He had an old 442 driver, so lively and quick,
Posi-Traction and a 4 speed Stick. A true street survivor
It had that lumpity lump cam and a roller valve train,
And I whistled, and shouted, and said this is insane!
"Now the body is fair and there’s some rust that needs fixen!
But the motor is tuff and the 4 speed is bitchin!
Tuck and roll and torque to spare!
I will race ‘em all, If they aint scared!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
He hit the throttle and the tires began to fry.
So up the road the ol’ 442 flew,
With the motor screaming, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, he was back from his run
Wish I went with him it sure looked like fun.
As I shook my head, and was turning around,
Out popped St Nick in a single bound.
He was dressed for workin, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with grease 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!
Let’s go he says, we can make your project cherry!
So we went to the shop and the work we began,
He was turning wrenches and I began to sand.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He worked like a demon and not much to say,
He was settin the timing and I began to spray!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
C’mon boy let’s finish this sled.
He spoke not a word, and went back to his work,
And finished all the details, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, and tightened the last hose!
He started my olds and gave a big whistle,
Sounds pretty good, I think she'll be a missle
Let’s take her down the block, it's the middle of the night
I said let’s go santa I think it’ll be alright
I heard him exclaim, as we rumbled out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Merry Christmas fellas, and Happy Holidays...
Twas the Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop
Not a creature was stirring, time for a wee drop
My new parts were placed on the bench with care,
Pistons, rods, and even a new cam was there.
The Olds guys were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of small blocks and bigblocks danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
just pulled another cool one from the tap.
When out on the lawn there arose such aclatter,
I sprang from my stool to see what was the matter.
Away to the garage I flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors and checked on my stash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Was pale compared to my Oldsmobile’s glow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But ol’ Saint Nick with a case of Ice Cold beer.
He had an old 442 driver, so lively and quick,
Posi-Traction and a 4 speed Stick. A true street survivor
It had that lumpity lump cam and a roller valve train,
And I whistled, and shouted, and said this is insane!
"Now the body is fair and there’s some rust that needs fixen!
But the motor is tuff and the 4 speed is bitchin!
Tuck and roll and torque to spare!
I will race ‘em all, If they aint scared!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
He hit the throttle and the tires began to fry.
So up the road the ol’ 442 flew,
With the motor screaming, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, he was back from his run
Wish I went with him it sure looked like fun.
As I shook my head, and was turning around,
Out popped St Nick in a single bound.
He was dressed for workin, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with grease 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!
Let’s go he says, we can make your project cherry!
So we went to the shop and the work we began,
He was turning wrenches and I began to sand.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He worked like a demon and not much to say,
He was settin the timing and I began to spray!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
C’mon boy let’s finish this sled.
He spoke not a word, and went back to his work,
And finished all the details, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, and tightened the last hose!
He started my olds and gave a big whistle,
Sounds pretty good, I think she'll be a missle
Let’s take her down the block, it's the middle of the night
I said let’s go santa I think it’ll be alright
I heard him exclaim, as we rumbled out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Merry Christmas fellas, and Happy Holidays...
Last edited by Eddie Hansen; Dec 19, 2014 at 10:26 AM.
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