'Twas the night before Christmas and in the garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Chevy or a Dodge around.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with the Mustang for a bit.
I popped 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, and started to grin,
"But if you've got the time we could go for a spin!"
His round little mouth, turned into a great big grin
and he said "hey! Let's go!!"
So as not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat,
We pushed the Mustang quietly into the street,
Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I turned on the key and I let the gas go.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With tires a' crying and exhaust aglow,
We headed on out where the hot rodders go.
And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every up shift, 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 302 roars with flowmaster sound!
Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Glided into second!
I sat there just watching, at loss for a word,
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all...........what a great night!!!"