[Marcus]

T'was the night before Christmas, and out in the shed,
The '47 Fatfender was covered, from its toes to its head.
And I had just sampled hot chocolate, you know why,
Hoping that Ol' Santa soon would come by.

Flathead owners were nestled all snug in their beds,
While Shelby race cars danced in their heads.
I and my Loved One, forever to keep,
Had both snuggled up for.......a long winters sleep.

When out on the street there came such a roar,
I sprang from my bed to see what was in store!
I flew to the window and opened the blind,
Not knowing at all, what I would find!

The moon on the pavement shown like daylight below,
As wonder and amazement made my eyes grow.
For down on the street, approaching the stoop,
Came a jolly old man in a '32 three-window coupe!

This little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick!
Faster than lightening, with engines he came,
And he honked and he flashed and called them by name:

Come small blocks, come big blocks, come flatheads,
With Hollys, with Carters, both singles and duelies.
To the top of the tach, redline one and all,
Now rev'm up, rev'm up, we gotta haul.

Like a tank full of nitro will make a car fly,
When the blower is set up too high.
So up the driveway that smokin' 32 flew,
Loaded with NOS parts and accessories too.

Red paint on the tin, such sparkle and such shine,
The lines smooth as silk, the leather so fine.
The wheels so wide, the tires so fat,
And "run-flat" design with no chance of a flat!

The tips of the pipes were shiny and clean,
The windows were smoked, the glass such a sheen.
With features and options and power galore,
And zero-to-sixty in just one-point-four!

And then from the drive, the sound of a cough,
Like that from a blower when the ignitions turned off.
He then set the brakes and twice flashed his lights,
Just as he does all Christmas Eve nights.

He was dressed in red leather, with fur up above,
A new Shelby printed on his right driving glove.
Parts and accessories slung on his back,
A multitude more in the coupe in a sack.

He looked like Ol' Carol, a jolly old man,
With hair white as snow and a Miami tan!
Such a gleam in his eye, such a spring in his walk,
As quick as a cheetah, with eyes like a hawk.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
Opened the garage with one quick easy jerk.
He left us new wheels, the ones that won't hinder,
And a new Super Charger to speed up Ol' Fatfender!

He sprang to his coupe, threw his sack in the rear,
Brought up the rev's and dropped it in gear.
And I heard him call out as he peeled out of sight:
To all you "A's," Flatheads and modern tin:

Merry CHRISTmas to all; drive safely and a blessed New Year!

Margretha and I wish each of you a most Merry CHRISTmas and a New Year filled with peace, health and prosperity! God's blessings to YOU!!