My version of The Night Before Christmas.

I was feeling the Christmas Spirit so I whipped up this version about my Dart.

Twas the night before Christmas and down in the garage
Not an engine was purring not even a Dodge
The Scat Pack Bee was snug in his bed
While visions of burnouts danced in his head
With stabilized fuel and trickle charge too
Myself and my woman were snuggled in too
When down in the garage there arose sound of starter
My pulse quickened up as my heart beat harder
I leapt from the bed and ran down the stairs
As the engine caught life, and prickled my hairs
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But the Scat Pack Bee grabbing first gear
As the Dart peeled out, he let out a shout
Thanks for leaving the key, you overgrown lout
And a Merry Christmas to all as I do a burnout!

Christmas 2017