Twas the night before Christmas and I was so bored,
There wasn’t even a trace of a Chevy or a Ford.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I’d mess with my Fish for a bit.
I popped the release and I lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said “that looks pretty good.”
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol’ Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said, “I don’t suppose that you’d trade for my sleigh?
I said “no way, Santa” and he started to grin,
“But if you’ve got the time; we could go for a spin!”
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said “Alright then! Let’s go!!”
So as not to disturb all the neighbors in retreat,
We quietly pushed the Cuda into the street,
Then, taking our places we put the top down,
When I turned the key there was a wonderful sound.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With BFGs a’ crying and dash lights aglow,
We headed to Highway 95, where the we could really let go.
Santa’s grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every shift, as it went through the gears.
Then he yelled “can’t recall when I’ve felt so alive!”
So I backed off the gas and said “do you wanna drive?”
Ol’ Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!
Then the 408 exploded with that great exhaust sound!
Santa stepped on the gas and the tires shook the ground!
It shifted into second, and then again into third!
I sat there just watching, at loss for a word,
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted out of sight,
“Merry Mopar Christmas to all………..what a great night!!!”
There wasn’t even a trace of a Chevy or a Ford.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I’d mess with my Fish for a bit.
I popped the release and I lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said “that looks pretty good.”
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol’ Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said, “I don’t suppose that you’d trade for my sleigh?
I said “no way, Santa” and he started to grin,
“But if you’ve got the time; we could go for a spin!”
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said “Alright then! Let’s go!!”
So as not to disturb all the neighbors in retreat,
We quietly pushed the Cuda into the street,
Then, taking our places we put the top down,
When I turned the key there was a wonderful sound.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With BFGs a’ crying and dash lights aglow,
We headed to Highway 95, where the we could really let go.
Santa’s grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every shift, as it went through the gears.
Then he yelled “can’t recall when I’ve felt so alive!”
So I backed off the gas and said “do you wanna drive?”
Ol’ Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!
Then the 408 exploded with that great exhaust sound!
Santa stepped on the gas and the tires shook the ground!
It shifted into second, and then again into third!
I sat there just watching, at loss for a word,
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted out of sight,
“Merry Mopar Christmas to all………..what a great night!!!”
