Twas the night before Christmas and out in the garage.

Pop was working on his Super Stock Dodge.

His stocking was hung by the chimney with care,

With hope that the new carburetor soon would be there.

All of us kids were nestled all snug in their beds,

While Pop was still out in the shop torquing the heads.

Mom was in the kitchen cleaning up grease,

That Pop had tracked in on the bottom of his feet.

When out on the lawn there came such a clatter,

I watched Pop run to the window to see what was the matter.

He got to the window in less than a flash,

He opened the window and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast from the new fallen snow,

Gave the luster of mid day to the objects below.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear.

But a Super Sport Chevy with a 411 gear.

With a little Chubby Driver with his hand on the shift,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

Louder than thunder his side pipes they raged,

As he looked at his list and turned every page.

Now Billy, and Bobby and Jimmy and Sue,

Let’s see what it says in here all about you.

Up in the driveway he pulled up to the door,

Opened the trunk and there were toys galore.

And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof,

Santa was up there, Pop got the camera I guess just for proof.

 Pop ran into the living room, not making a sound,

Down the Chimney came Saint Nick with a bounce and a bound.

He was dressed in his work clothes from his head to his feet,

They were all stained with gear lube and oil and grease.

A bundle full of tools he had on his back,

He looked like a peddler just opening that sack.

His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry,

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.

His leather work gloves tied up in a bow,

The beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a cigar he held in his teeth,

And the smoke rings he blew, looked like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a big round belly,

That wiggled like the grease in the rear of his Chevy.

He was chubby and plump, and really kind of shy,

I thought to myself, he’s one heck of a guy.

With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

He let ol Pop know he had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, went straight to his work,

And filled Pop’s stocking with screw drivers and a new shirt.

And laying a finger to the side of his nose,

Throwing down a new wrench, up the chimney he rose.

He got to his Chevy, opened the door,

Jumped in and close it, put the pedal to the floor.

I heard him exclaim as he drove down the road,

See you next summer at all the Car Shows…..

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year,,, Keep Cruisin!!

If your Club Club is having an event you would like us to tell everyone about

drop me a line with all the information at djron47@yahoo.com. All information on events needs to be turned in at least two weeks before the event.

Also you may want to have one of the Clubs in the County bring

their cars for display at your club or church or function.  Once again drop me a line

and I will get you in touch with the Clubs in the area. The clubs of Russell County

are more than happy to show off their cars..