'Twas the Night Before Christmas: A Gearhead Story
Few vehicles were stirring, except for the Jeep
That my brother was driving, like he didn’t even care
About the snow-covered roads and ice everywhere.
Just kidding, not a problem; the Jeep’s on Nitto Tires.
Thank goodness for Grapplers with quality traction and tread.
We made it home in time for dinner, like Mother said.
When all of a sudden — beeeep! beeeep! beeeep!
It came from the garage! Out of bed Dad sprang,
Afraid someone was trying to steal his Mustang.
Everything appeared to be fine, when we heard a great clatter.
It came from the rooftop! So outside we flew
To a sight our eyes couldn’t believe to be true.
"My apologies!" he exclaimed, "I mean you no harm!
"I did not intend to set off the alarm!
(Too narrow?) He chuckled, “...to fit this CAMARO!”
And there it was, on the rooftop; it looked pristine.
It was the most beautiful sight my eyes had ever seen.
(Imagine something different, if that ain't your type.)
I couldn't stop staring at its moonlight silhouette.
This was, by far, my best present yet.
Santa shouted farewell, as he flew out of sight.
After the jolly man left, I didn't want to go to bed.
Visions of mods wouldn't stop dancing in my head.
I dreamt of an open road and some extra horsepower.
So take it or leave it — I don't have any proof,
But that, friends, is why there are tread marks on my roof.