John,
Great poem. Now I know what you do while driving them tractors all
over the fields.
Jack 55 Plymouth
John Bartell wrote:
>
> Hi all,
> It's early, but maybe it will help put you in the spirit.
> Night Before Christmas by John Bartell in WI
>
> ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shed,
> not an engine was running, not blue and not red;
> The Chrysler, was parked near the tree with such care,
> in hopes a DeSoto would soon be there;
> The Plymouths were painted black, blue and bright red,
> while the Dodges were sprayed pink and white instead;
> With new plugs and new points, and the timing was set,
> when Christmas morning came, a good start we would get;
> When out in the yard, there was a big bang,
> from out in the cold, a shiny D500 just sprang;
> Away to the window, to see some shiny new trim,
> a two door sedan, with a full hubcaps, to cover the rims;
> The snow was blowing, and the wind was bitter cold,
> the Fireflite four door hardtop, begged not to be sold;
> When what a surprise, a hemi did spring,
> roaring past a six, and a 313 with a very bad ring;
> With a little Valiant, all polished so slick,
> I knew in a moment it was auto not stick;
> Rapidly a Fury rolled past and came to a rest,
> nearby stood an Adventurer, and a Imperial with it’s crest;
> To the base of the tree, all lined up in a row,
> roll over here Seville, Phoenix and Coronado;
> Now dash away, dash away, dings and broken glass,
> the 392 needs oil and the Golden Commando needs gas;
> So across the floor a sedan and hardtop,
> the convertible cried, all of this snow, when will it stop;
> And then in a wink, and inside, and out of the gray,
> an ice covered Savoy, intending to stay;
> As I turned my head, and looked to the right,
> a completely overhauled Red Lion, ahead of a torqueflite;
> Packed in boxes and wrapped in some foil,
> new brushes, condensors, rotors and oil;
> This shop full of cars, rebuilders, and the like,
> looked awesome in size, next to my kids tiny trike;
> I now looked to the left, too good to be true,
> a 300G, 413 with tunnel ram, and painted all blue;
> The look on my face, as my mouth must have dropped,
> a long shiny Imperial limo that must have just stopped;
> The wheels of a Chrysler, with wires of chrome,
> the fantastic fins, and the stainless on it’s dome;
> With a shaking, a rattle, a rumble and a pop,
> Chrysler, DeSoto, Dodge and Plymouth were to stop;
> It was the year 2001, and of Chrysler I was screaming.
> it seemed DC brought back Plymouth, but now I was dreaming;
> So as all of these cars left, that came into sight,
> I wish everyone a great Christmas and to all a good night!
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