 | Subject: The Christmas DeSoto
From: none@somehost.com (none)
Date: 22 Dec 1998 01:31:24 -0500
The Christmas DeSoto
It was Christmas Eve long ago,
When the roads were deep in snow,
That aunts and uncles said they couldn't come
Because their cars wouldn't run.
Although the tree had been trimmed, the fires lit;
And Mother had set a table for twelve to sit,
There was just us for Christmas:
Dad, Mom, me and Sis.
As we four sat down to eat
There came a noise from up the street.
Mother thought it sounded strange.
Dad said it was a car with tire chains.
I rushed to the window in time to see
A big green sedan grinning back at me.
Grandpa's DeSoto had plowed through the snow,
It headlights and foglights brightly aglow.
We tumbled outside to greet the car,
And Dad asked Grandpa how he'd driven so far.
Grandpa replied, "Old Man Winter has his tricks,
But they're no use against the DeSoto Powermaster Six!"
Relatives poured from all four doors:
Grandpa and Grandma with tins of smores,
Uncle George and Aunt Helen with cousin Jim,
Aunt Augusta and Uncle John with cousin Kim.
Gifts filled the trunk from lid to floor.
Up on the roof rack were dozens more.
We brought them all in for under the tree.
I rattled and poked the ones for me.
That Christmas Eve was our merriest ever,
Thanks to Grandpa's DeSoto that had beaten the weather.
May your Christmas be as mine was that night,
Happy, glad and beautifully bright.
Happy Holidays from the National DeSoto Club! http://www.desoto.org
Dave Duricy, Copyright 1998
desoto at one dot net
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