eddieh
12-24-2004, 10:34 PM
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a racer was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The racers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of li- poly’s danced in their heads;
And Andy K in his 'kerchief, or was it his cap,
Had just settled down for a long peaceful crap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Pat Macdonald tasting a new dark beer!
And there was a seven cell rigger that really looked slick
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must belong to Mrs. Crowes boy… Dick.
More rapid than eagles the racers they came,
And the CD whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dennis! now, Terry! now, Kelly and Twaits!
On, Vega! on Randy! on, Donnie and Chase!
To the top of the Course ! to the top of the Race!
Now race away! Race away! Race away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the podium the high points winners they flew,
With all the class records , and damn fast too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw in the pits
That something was burning and it sure smelt like sh*t.
As I drew in closer to get a look , I saw that the controller was obviously cooked..
when down in the pits St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of parts he had flung in his sack,
And he said look here boy I want this Back.
He tossed a new controller 100 amps or more,
he said they weren’t yet available in any store…. His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! I personally think he found the cooking sherry…
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
I am sure he stank of cooking sherry,
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
kinda reminded me of my own fat self
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And changed the controller then turned with a jerk,
and said I get time and a half for overtime work
And giving a nod, up the podium he rose;
He sprang to his rolling ghetto , to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Merry Christmas Fellas.....
:D :D
Not a racer was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The racers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of li- poly’s danced in their heads;
And Andy K in his 'kerchief, or was it his cap,
Had just settled down for a long peaceful crap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Pat Macdonald tasting a new dark beer!
And there was a seven cell rigger that really looked slick
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must belong to Mrs. Crowes boy… Dick.
More rapid than eagles the racers they came,
And the CD whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dennis! now, Terry! now, Kelly and Twaits!
On, Vega! on Randy! on, Donnie and Chase!
To the top of the Course ! to the top of the Race!
Now race away! Race away! Race away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the podium the high points winners they flew,
With all the class records , and damn fast too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw in the pits
That something was burning and it sure smelt like sh*t.
As I drew in closer to get a look , I saw that the controller was obviously cooked..
when down in the pits St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of parts he had flung in his sack,
And he said look here boy I want this Back.
He tossed a new controller 100 amps or more,
he said they weren’t yet available in any store…. His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! I personally think he found the cooking sherry…
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
I am sure he stank of cooking sherry,
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
kinda reminded me of my own fat self
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And changed the controller then turned with a jerk,
and said I get time and a half for overtime work
And giving a nod, up the podium he rose;
He sprang to his rolling ghetto , to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Merry Christmas Fellas.....
:D :D