Not a creature was stirring, not even the mouse living in the old Dodge.
The fuel sock was hung on the pickup with care,
In hopes that Sunoco soon would run thru there.
The hot rodders were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of smokey burnouts danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When under the hood there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bench to see what was the matter.
Away to the valve cover I flew like a flash,
Tore open my wallet to check on my cash.
The trouble light hanging from the hood did blow,
Only gave the lustre of midnite to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature leak, and eight more hours I fear.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew the repair would be a bit of a trick.
More rapid than Goodwrench, out the lifters they came,
I screamed, and shouted, and tried to afix blame!
"Now TRW! now, Sealed Power! now, Isky and Crower!
Out, Crane! Out, Comp Cams! Out, Lunati and Sealed Power!
To the top of the bore! Don't let them fall!
Throw away! Throw away! Throw away all!"
As dry sumps that before the wild ponys fly,
When they meet with no oil, that u should not try.
So up to the engine-top the oil didn't flew,
With the pan full of air, and my brain too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the floor
The sound of oil flowing out the door.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Over in the corner, the oil plug bolt lay on the ground.
It was dressed all in fur, from it's head to it's foot,
And the bolt's threads were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A blast of compressed air, and it's condition was soon back,
And it looked like a new part, just outta the pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
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,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
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 filled then lifter galley, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, 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,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
My creativity ran out, maybe someone can come up with the last five verses.
