'Twas the night before Christmas, and out in the garage, There wasn't a trace of a Ford, Toyota, or Dodge. The presents were wrapped, and the lights were all lit, So I figured I'd mess, with the Silverado 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, "Hey! Let's go!!" So as not to disturb, all the neighbors' retreat, We pushed the Silverado, quietly out to 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 the tires a' cryin', and exhaust pipes aglow, We headed out where, the hot rodders go. And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears, With every shift up, as I went through the gears. Then Santa yelled, "I've never 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! The Big block exploded, with dual 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, a loss for a word. Then I heard him exclaim, as we blasted from sight, "Merry Christmas to all...........have a hell of a night!!!"