[tcb] Re: Ho Ho Ho
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- Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2006 22:18:57 -0600
I am impressed. Gobsmacked. 'tsArt!
---- Dan Martin <danandkatrinamartin@xxxxxxx> wrote:
> THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
>
> 'Twas the night before Christmas and all 'round the bus
> not a creature was stirring, not even to fuss.
>
> The "HELP" sign was hung on the bumper with care
> in hopes that a towtruck soon would be there.
>
> The children were nestled all snug in the Z-bed
> while visions of a gasheater danced in their heads
>
> The wife in her kerchief and I in my ballcap
> were perusing some manuals to figure out this crap
>
> When out on the road there arose such a clatter
> I threw down my Bentley to go see what's the matter
>
> Away to the slider I flew like a flash
> Cranked open the window and threw up the slats
>
> The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
> gave the lustre of mid-day to the tiretracks below
>
> When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
> but a miniature Westy and eight tiny reindeer
>
> With a sweet little flat-four so lively and quick
> I could tell by the headers it must be St. Nick
>
> More rapid than Porsches his coursers they came,
> and he whistled and shouted and called them by name;
>
> "Now Dasher! now Beetle! now Kombi and Ghia!
> On Splittie! on Bulli! on Karmann and Jetta!
>
> To the top of the bus! To the pop-top so tall
> Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
>
> As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
> when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky,
>
> So up to the pop-top the coursers they flew,
> with the bus full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
>
> And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
> the prancing and pawing of each little hoof
>
> As I drew in my hand I felt sorta faint
> I thought to myself, well there goes the paint....
>
> He was dressed all in fur, that was warm as the fire...
> and his clothes all consisted of 'Wolfsburg' attire
>
> A bundle of tools he had flung on his back
> and he looked like a mechanic as he opened his pack
>
> His eyes how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
> His cheeks were like roses, His Westy SO CHERRY!!
>
> His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
> his Westy was tricked -out and ready to go!
>
> The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
> and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
>
> He had a broad face and a little round belly,
> that shook when he laughed like that darned 'Kokopelli'
>
> He was chubby and plump, and a pretty good mech.
> so I showed him the motor, thinking "Oh what the heck..."
>
> A wink of his eye and a twist of some tools...
> soon gave me to know I'd be looking the fool.
>
> He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
> and when he showed me the problem I felt like a jerk
>
> And laying his finger aside of his nose,
> ....said you burnt up the points, Better replace those!!
>
> Then he sprang to his Westy; I forget the exact model
> and he ran through the gears as he hammered the throttle!
>
> But I heard him exclaim as he sped out of sight,
> HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!
>
> Dan & Katrina Martin
> 1971 VW Bus
> H.B.B.
> T.C.B.
>
> http://web.mac.com/danandkatrinamartin
> http://ical.mac.com/danandkatrinamartin/Volks32Shows
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