Twas the night before Christmas and all through the shop,

Not an injector was firing, not even a pop!

The harness was strung on the engine with care,

With hopes that a HellFire would soon be there.

The gearheads were nestled all snug in their beds,

While mixtures and power curves danced in their heads.

And my Z beneath its cover in the garage warm and neat

Had just been stowed for a long winter's retreat.

When out on the road there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a red Mustang Cobra blowing smoke out its rear.

With a teenage driver shouting words I can't repeat,

I knew in a moment it was that kid up the street.

He taunted me loudly and called me by name,

Yelling, "Bring out your Z, so feeble and lame!"

I hung my head low, knowing she'd barely even start.

If only I had that one magical part,

A part that would bring new life to my ride,

A part that would free the tiger inside!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of many a hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Lennyclaus came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with grease and soot.

A bundle of Hellfires he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to the Z,

Uncovering her lovingly and gently as could be.

Before long he'd done what he came here to do.

He upgraded my Z with a new ECU.

Then he exclaimed with a chuckle, "I'll make you a wager."

"I bet you can show up that obnoxious teenager!"

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Edited December 19, 201311 yr by FastWoman

Now THAt is a classic.

OK now that you have revealed your wonderous gift! Please do the grinch.... even a short passage!

I bow down before the master.

Sarah, that was awesome! Thank you.

Len (who's off to find a fur Santa suit to wear while writing software)

Thanks, guys!

Now that was simply grand!

I was bit short on Christmas spirit,

until I read that verse,

but now that I'm finished,

things seem less worse!

Merry Chriztmaz!

Lots of basic running parts to her on the road, but the real gifts would a pair of real vintage bullet racing mirrors, a 240z steering wheel, a 13 ball shift nob, a 240 front bumper, and a set of 260 badges to replace the ones that were stolen. So she's making a fool out of me this year!

I'm planning on taking her to a high performance drivers ed class in January.

A nice little pile of goodies from nix240z to fill up the stocking with.

Nothing, she got enough attention allready

So, was Santa nice to you this year? Or, better yet, what did you WISH for?

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