Thursday, December 23, 2010

'Twas the Night Before Christmas Eve

'Twas the Night Before Christmas Eve, when all through the South
Not an mechanic was stirring, not even in Louth. (South is hard to rhyme folks)
The tools were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that all car owners soon would be there.

The Prius was painted all snug in new red,
With visions of new bumpers dancing in it's head.
And Heather in a tizzy and Brett saying 'Oh-Snap!'
They arrived to pick up Prius for a long drive back.

Driving it back there arouse such a clatter
As Heather saw the hubcap go by in a matter.
Away to the curb it flew in a flash,
It fell in the gutter and knocked over some trash!

The moon fell on the hubcap's new home
Gave the luster of shine to the object below.
When, to Heather's wondering eyes should appear
But a homeless man carrying a six pack of beer.

With a bit of fast thinking, so lively and quick
Heather knew she had to grab the hubcap in a nick!
More rapid than snakes on a plane,
She ran to the gutter and grabbed the 'cap's frame.

Brett spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
Filling Geico voice mails with a sound of mouthy jerk.
And laying his Droid aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, his temperature rose!

Heather sprang to the sleigh, the homeless man gave whistle,
The Garretts took off like a rocket missile. 
We exclaimed as we drove out of sight,
"WHY do things like this happen to us?  Peace & Good-Night!"

Sleighs don't need no stinking hubcaps.

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