got my north jersey mustang newsletter yesterday and the president of the club John P. published the following:
'Twas the night before Christmas, and in the garage there wasn't a trace of a Chevy or Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit, so i figured i'd mess with the 'stang a bit.
I popped the release and lifted the hood, when a deep voice behind me said "Looks pretty good"
Well as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick, and there by the tool bench stood good old Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not sure what to say. Then he said "don't suppose you'd trade for a sleigh?
I said "No way Santa" and started to grin, "But if you got the time, we could go for a spin."
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow, turned with a smile and said "Hey lets go!
So as not to disturb the neighbors' retreat, we pushed the Mustang quietly into the street.
Then, taking our places to drift down the hill, i turned on the key, and let the clutch spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise, but he liked it alot by the look in his eyes.
With Hoosiers acrying and side pipes aglow, we headed out where the hotrooders go.
And Santa's grin widened, aproaching his ears, with every upshift, as i went thru the gears.
Then he yelled "Can't recall when i felt so alive" so i backed off the gas and said "you wanna drive"?
Old Santa was stunned when i gave him the keys, when he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!
Then the big block exploded with side exhaust sound, Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground.
Power shift into second, again into third, i sat there just watching at loss for a word.
Then i heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all..........what a great night!"
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays to all
Jeff
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