12/27/2019
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the garage,
There wasn't a a trace of a Chevy or Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with the Cobra for a bit.
I popped the latch and lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "...man she looks pretty good!"
Well as you can imagine, I turned pretty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol' Saint Nick!
We stood there a while, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "...don't suppose you'd trade that for my sleigh?"
I laughed "...No way Santa," and started to grin,
"But if you've got the time, we could go for a spin!"
His round little mouth, drawn up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and said, "...Hell yeah, let's go!!!"
So as not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat,
We pushed the Cobra into the street.
Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I turned on the key and let the motor spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With the motor a' crying and headlights aglow,
We screamed on out where the muscle cars go.
And Santa's grin widened approaching his ears,
With every shift up as I went through the gears.
Then he yelled "...can't recall when I've felt so alive!!"
So I backed off the gas and said "You wanna drive?"
Ol' Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
As he walked past the headlights, he shook at the knees!
He jumped in the seat as quick as a flash,
Wiggled the shifter and pondered the dash.
And laying a finger aside of his nose
Twisted the starter and and yelled, "Here she goes..."
When that V8 exploded with pure exhaust sound!
Santa let out a moan and the tires went 'round.
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching at loss for a word.
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, this is my kind of night!!!"
•Stolen from a Cobra page can’t find author •