Twas the night before Christmas and out in the garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Honda, Toyota, or Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with the Mustang a bit,

I popped the release and lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "It looks pretty good"

Well, as you can imagine,  I turned mighty quick,

And there, by the workbench, stood oi' Saint Nick!

I stood there a bit, not to sure what to say,
Then he said," Don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleight"
" No way, Santa" I said with a grin,
" But if you've got the time we can go for a spin!"

His round little mouth, all tied like a bow'
Turned into a smile and he said "Sure! Let's go!!!'
So not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat,
We quietly pushed the car to the street,

Then taking our places to coast 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 a lot, by the look in his eyes.

With tires a'screaming and headers aglow,
We headed on out to where the Hot Rodders go.
And Santa's grin widened approaching his ears,
With every shift as I banged through the gears.

Then he yelled"I CAN'T RECALL WHEN I'VE FELT SO ALIVE!"
So I backed off the gas and asked if he wanted to drive.
Ol' Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!

The Mustang exploded with a sweet exhaust sound!
And when Santa popped the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shifting into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching, at a loss for a word, Christmas to all, it's one hell of a night"

The I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, it's one hell of a night"


                                           MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OUR MUSTANG FAMILY

                                             DOYLE AND REBECCA