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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