Thursday, December 24, 2015

'Twas the Night Before Christmas: DT Style

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the garage
Not an engine was turning, not even something vintage;
The rally calendars were hung by the bench vise with care,
In hopes that Kaibeezy soon would be there;

The readers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of El Caminos danced in their heads;
And CFlo in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just torn down a Volvo for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn brown dirt* there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the Sparco to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a lion,
Tore open the shutters and pulled out my iphone.

The moon on the breast of the newly layed asphalt
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Roadmaster, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and wheezy,
I knew in a moment it must be Kaibeezy.
More rapid than eagles his tippers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, FuelTruck! now, Dascpcu! now, Doctordel! and Andy Liss!
On, K2MysteryCar! on Mrkwong! on, Scot! and Bobinott!
Now, Sean Scott, now, FTB, now RyanM and JB1025,
On TRDsmith, on Rene, on Zach, on William Robinson,
On Tom Minch, on Larry, on Anonymous and ESK!
To the top of the garage! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the DeLorean fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the readers they flew,
With the custom truck bed full of tips, and Kaibeezy too.

And then, in a twinkling, I felt on my lip
The clicking and typing of each little tip.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the exhaust pipe Kaibeezy came with a bound.

He was dressed all in Naugahyde, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of tips he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a VW CEO just opening his pack.

His HIDs-- how they twinkled! his fogs how merry!
His lines were stainless hoses, his exhaust muffled by a cherry (bomb)!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a Miata,
And the beard of his chin was as beige as a Prius;

The stump of a pipe wrench he held tight in his hand,
And the smoke from a Saab encircled his head like a wreath;
His Pacer had a broad face and a little round hatch,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of Crown Victoria shocks.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his key,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to see;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the listings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the exhaust pipe he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a shout-a,
And away they all flew like the rust of an Alfa.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,


  1. That warms my heart like a diesel block - heater.

    1. Its great to see my BIL acknowledged for his mad skills!->Now, FuelTruck! now, Dascpcu! now, Doctordel! and Andy Liss!

  2. Awesome!
    And Merry Christmas to all.

  3. What a Cor-vairy nicely crafted rhyme. I'm so touched I'm left in a puddle of tears like oil under an old British (car, bike,airplane, lawnmower).
    Merry Christmas to the DT-staff and readers. Thanks for making this a great place to hang out everyday.

  4. Bravo! I'd imagine that some days, the thought of putting out a few write-ups seems more like homework than a labor of love, but for those of us out here in the ether, this site is a wonderful little escape from the daily drudgery. Thanks for all the quality reading material served fresh and hot every day. Now off to get jiggy with the figgy (pudding).

  5. Compliments not only on this verse, but also on the whole DT Holiday Theme. Very well done.
    (BTW I am humbled and flattered to appear in the verse)

    From the Great White North (which is remarkably green this year), I wish one and all a "Good Yule".

  6. Go tell it on the mountain
    Over the hills and everywhere
    Go tell it on the mountain
    Donner threw a rod

    Happy holidays, everyone, I got my Christmas present: a long-immobile project car fired and moved under its own power two days ago.

  7. Merry Chrysler and a happy new yorker. (Wow, im not really a mopar guy but it seemed funny when I started typing). Anyhoo, enjoy the holiday.

  8. just so we're clear... my seating surfaces are leather

    merrpy xmakah one and all - now, off to work on the new year's banner

  9. Y'all give me a little gift every day, DT. I know 'tis better to give than to receive but I happily feed at the DT treasure trough.

    I'm thinking I'll start accumulating 1800es and become the Magnus Walker of that model. You know, as a gift to myself I think I'll ditch this doctor gig so I can hoard and customize these future classics. Maybe I'll sell one or two, but mainly for my own amusement. That's a good personal wellness gift, I think.


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