Twas the night before christmas and all through the garage
Not a muscle car was rumbling not even my Dodge
My engines were sitting on thier stands like beds
Hoping St. Nick would bring aluminum heads
My Cuda on jack stands, with its new DANA in,
The HEMI in place waiting tio give it a spin
I sat in my Charger, took off my Mopar cap,
Set my hand on the pistol grip and took a quick nap
When out in the driveway, solid lifters did clatter,
I sprung from my R/T to see whats the matter!
I looked out the window and what did I see?
It was a white bearded man, driving a 69 BEE!
He wore a red driving suit, lookin real neat,
from the looks of that car he ruled the street!
He jumped from the car with a big red sack
filled with resto goodies and maybe a tach!
He brought K -Frames and Shakers, and 6 way seat tracks,
and yes! just what I wanted, my B-Body Tach!
I thought for a moment"this can't be a mistake?"
as he set under my tree, some N.O.S. brakes!
he spun around and jumped in the BEE
Fired up that 6 pack with a laugh of glee!
He reved up the mill and side stepped the clucth,
Tires smoking in a cloud of dust!
I heard him exclaim as he grabbed 2nd gear-
"Merry Christmas Motorheads and a Happy New Year!"
Doug Adams