12/23/2025
’Twas the night before Christmas, in the driveway so cold,
Where Toyotas sat waiting, both faithful and bold.
The jack stands were ready, the floor jack stood tall,
Tonight was the night we were lifting them all.
The Tacoma stood proud, dreaming higher than stock,
Of bigger mud-terrains and clearance for rock.
The 4Runner whispered, “A lift and tires, maybe more,”
While the Land Cruiser eyed trails it hadn’t before.
Coilovers gleamed under twinkling tree light,
Diff drops and control arms laid out just right.
With torque specs in hand and knuckles soon sore,
Each bolt was a promise of clearance galore.
Then out from the snow came a jolly old laugh,
Santa rolled in with a long-travel graph.
His sleigh had leaf packs and shocks with remote,
And a ladder to climb just to reach the door note.
He cranked up the jack, set the frame nice and high,
“Alignment tomorrow,” he said with a sigh.
For lifted Toyotas must track true and straight,
Or Christmas morning will feel awfully late.
By dawn they stood taller, proud, level, and clean,
With angles improved and aggressive new lean.
Santa tipped his hat as he drove out of sight:
“Happy lifting to all, keep it safe, keep it tight!” 🎄🛻
