Do any of you remember the rest of the lyrics to the
Moparish ditty penned a while back that started with:
T'was the night before Christmas
and all through the garage,
not a creature was stirring
not even a Dodge.
The tires were hung on the walls
with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas would
fill them with air.
(and on it went - which I cannot recall!)
Thanks - Brian
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