A Hot Rod Christmas

Author Unknown

Twas the night before Christmas and out in the garage, There wasn’t a trace of a Ford, a Chevy, or a Dodge. The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit, so I figured I’d mess with the ole hot rod a bit. I popped the release and I lifted the hood, When a deep voice behind me said “looks pretty good.” Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick, and there, by the workbench, stood good ole Saint Nick!

We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say, and then he said “don’t suppose that you’d trade for my sleigh?” I said “no way, Santa” and 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 “Hey, let’s go!!”

So as not to disturb all the neighbors’ retreat. We pushed the ole hot rod quietly into the street. Then taking our places to drift down the hill, I turned on the key and I let the clutch spill. The sound that erupted took him by surprise, but he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes. With the rear tires a’ crying and side pipes a glow, we headed on out where all the cruisers go.

And Santa’s grin widened approaching his ears, with every shift up as I went through the gears. Then he yelled, “Can’t recall when I’ve felt so alive!” So I backed off the gas and said “you wanna drive?” Ole Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys, when he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!

Then the engine exploded with side exhaust sound! Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground! Power shift into second, again into third! I sat there just watching, at loss for a word. Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight, “Merry Christmas to all, it’s a very good night!”