From john@wagoneers.com Wed Dec 22 11:45:20 1999
From: john <john@wagoneers.com>

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From: JC Jones <jcjones@goldencomputerservice.com

John,
This was written by one of the members of the CFSJA list.
JC  :)


  The Night Before Christmas
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  'Twas the night before Christmas and throughout the great city
  A blizzard was brewing, both terrible and pretty.
  All the tools were hung in the garage with great care
  All parts under tarps, the old, new and spare.
  The Wagoneers and Cherokees were parked for the night
  While fluids dripped from seals leaking ever so slight.
  I had just finished scrubbing and cleaning my hands
  And all of my motors were perched on their stands.
  When out on the road there arose such a clatter
  I jumped from the sink to see what was the matter.
  Away to the window to see what I might find
  I parted the curtains and lifted the blind.
  I could scarce make out through the whirling snow
  The objects approaching on the highway below
  When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
  But nine Full Size Jeeps driven by tiny reindeer
  And a little old man, so happy and warm
  It must be St. Nick braving the storm
  More surefooted than Chevys his convoy they came,
  And on his CB he called them by name;
  Now, J-truck! Now, Cherokee! Now, Wagoneer and Grand!
  On, Willys! on, Kaiser, On, American! and Chrysler--as planned!
  To the top of the hill! In the driveways arrive!
  Use SelecTrac! Pull a lever! Or use your E-drive!
  As fast as the flakes by the blizzard's wind flew
  When they met with an obstacle, big Jeeps bashed right through
  And up to the driveways each house they did stop
  Each truck filled with bolt-ons and parts to the top.
  And then, in a twinkling, outside I did hear
  The idling of big motors as would cause any to fear.
  Flicking off the flashlight and turning around
  Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
  He was dressed in red coveralls, and work boots as well
  And his clothes were all greasy with an odd, oily smell.
  A bundle of parts he had flung on his back
  Not to mention the accessories and tools in his pack.
  His truck - how it gleamed! It's spotlights - so bright!
  The winch and the tow points showed he set it up right!
  His trail rig was lifted some four inches tall
  And the tires, 35's, were designed to rock crawl.
  A ratchet and screwdriver he kept in one pocket
  A torque wrench in the other along with a socket.
  His face was quite haggard, his pack made him stoop
  When he laughed his round belly shook like a bowlful of Goop.
  He was chubby and plump like a jolly mechanic
  And I laughed when I saw him, how could I panic?
  A knowing wink of his eye and a shaking of his head
  He loved F-S-J's, nothing more need be said.
  He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
  And filled stockings with goodies; then turned with a  jerk
  And placing his finger on a key fob he pressed
  He started his rig, which was clearly the best.
  He sprang to his truck and called to his team
  The Big Jeeps took off as their tailpipes belched steam.
  And I heard him exclaim, clearing a snowbank with a leap,
  
  "HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO EACH FULL SIZE JEEP!"


Written by Michael Shimniok

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