T’Was The Night Before Christmas: NASCAR Style

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T’was the night before Christmas, and all round the track

Not an air wrench was stirring, the lines were all slack

The gloves were all hung on the tool boards with care

In hopes that Daytona soon would be there

The crews were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of Sprint Cups danced in their heads.

And mamma in her ‘kerchief and I in an old Allison cap

Had just settled down to fool around, you know like we used ‘ta

When out of turn four there arose such clatter

I sprang up off ma to see what was the matter

Away to the pits I flew like a flash

Stopped and hid behind a can full of trash

When what to my wondering eyes should appear?

But some big fat dude surrounded by a herd of deer

They were all dressed like drivers wearing helmets of red

Sitting in stock cars ready to go head to head.

The fat man stood in front and showing no shame

He whistled and shouted then called them by name:

“Now Dasher, now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!

“Ok Comet! Ok Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!”

“Start up them engines! Let’s keep it off the wall!

“Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,

They took off in a fury, that fat dude laughing when they went by.

When they got the green flag it was a heck of a sight,

Racing door to door through that cold winter night,

More rapid than eagles his coursers they flew,

Then the fat dude jumped in the pace car, (Guess he decided that he’d race too!)

He’d caught the field within one lap,

And whenever he came by I could hear him laugh.

Then to my amazement he began to set them back.

One by one he passed all those deer and lapped the whole pack.

I laughed as I watched him in spite of myself

Thinking of all the weird die-cast we could put on a shelf!

They got the white flag; there was one lap to go

Then strangely, without reason, it started to snow.

The moon on the breast of this new fallen snow

Gave the luster of mid-day to the cars in the show

In to turn three the cars they did roar

Then a fog bank rolled in and I could see them no more.

I cocked my head and turned my ear

Strained and strained and tried to hear.

Were they coming onto the front stretch, I tired to tell

When suddenly I heard the sound of jingle bells.

Out of the fog directly above

Came the eight tiny reindeer harnessed all in a drove.

The old fat dude was being pulled behind,

Flying in a sleigh and our eyes met, his and mine.

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

Why that little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

As they crossed the finish line and then flew over

I heard him shout “Ok boys next race, it’s on to Dover!”

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up off the first turn he rose.

He waved from his sleigh, then gave his team a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

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