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| skife (profile) wrote, on 12-17-2004 at 11:17am | |
| Subject: olds night before christmas |
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| T'was the night before Christmas and all through the town, no noses were frozen, no snow fluttered down, no gearheads in flannels were tucked into bed, they all were in the garage,doing an engine swap instead. To find wreaths of holly, t'was not very hard, for holly trees grew in every back yard. In front of the houses, Dads and Moms were adorning the bushes and Douglas firs in the yard. The sleeping kiddies were dreaming in glee,Dad was hoping to find headers under the tree. They all knew that Santa was well on his way, in a Oldsmobile, instead of a sleigh. And soon he arrived and started to work, he hadn't a second to linger or shirk. He whizzed up the highways and zoomed up the road, in a blown 442,delivering his loads. The winter solstice moon gave the city a glow, and lighted the way for old Santa below. As he jumped from his Cutlass he gave a wee chuckle, he was dressed in a black "Olds" jacket with an 1978 buckle, There weren't any chimneys, but that caused no gloom, for Santa came in through the Cutlass memorabilia room. He stopped at each house....stayed only a minute, emptying his sack of stuff that was in it. Before he departed, he treated himself to a cold one from upon the shelf. He turned with a jerk and bounced to the car, remembering he still had to go very far. He shifted the gears and stepped on the gas and up Highway 20 he went like a flash. And I heard him exclaim as he went on his way, "MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL, I WISH I COULD STAY!" i stole this from some forums. i thought it was cool. |
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box | 12-17-04 12:04pm thats kick ass.. |