'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Ford or even a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with the Chevelle SS for a bit.
I popped the release and I lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "Looks pretty good!"
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol' Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleigh?
I said "No way, Santa" and started to grin,
"But if you've got the time we could go for a spin!"
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said "Hell Ya, let's go!!"
So as not to disturb all the neighbours' retreat,
We pushed the car quietly into the street.
Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I turned on the key and I 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 Hoosier's a' crying and headers 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,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!
Then the big block exploded with pure exhaust sound!
Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching at a loss for words.
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, it's a hell of a night!!!"
