RE: Yuletide Greetings

[Tony Mokomoko <anthony.mokomoko@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Hi to all from the Land Down Under,

I'm only new to the site - but loving every email that flows thru. With that in mind - here's wishing all of you a very safe and happy festive season. I look forward to reading the emails, stories and adventures we are all having with our Mopars in 2011 and beyond. Thank you to those who have provided advice at this early stage - it is appreciated as I know it is information I could obtain from no other source .... thank you.

Warmest wishes,

Tony Mokomoko
Gold Coast
Australia

-----Original Message-----
From: Gary H. [mailto:spigot2039@xxxxxxxxxxx] 
Sent: Monday, 13 December 2010 1:36 PM
To: 1962to1965mopars@xxxxxxxxxx
Subject: Yuletide Greetings


Hi all,

I hope everyone has a nice Holiday with family and friends. Thanks for participating in the 1962 to 1965 Mopar Mail List Clubhouse group in 2010. Look forward to 2011 too!

Fun verse below!

Best regards,
Gary H.


T'was the night before Christmas when all through the garage,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Dodge.

The tires were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas would fill them with air.

The children were nestled all snug in their stalls,
While visions of tire smoke were shadowing the walls.

Ma in her white walls, and I in my blacks,
Had just settled down for a matter of fact.

When out on the lawn there rose such a fuss,
I sped from my stall like a jet propelled bus.

Away to the door I flew like a flash,
Forgot the black ice and slipped on my ash.

The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow
Gave the luster of fresh wax to objects below.

If what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a custom built Mopar with toys in the rear.

The little old driver sped on so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.

Then in a moment I heard on the rooftop,
The skidding of the tires as he came to a stop.

As I backed away and turned around,
Down the chimney Saint Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled the tires, checked the oil, and turned with a jerk.

He sprang to his car, to the motor he gave the gas,
It must be a Max Wedge it moved so fast.

But I heard him exclaim as he sped out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!



 


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Please address private mail -- mail of interest to only one person -- directly to that person.  I.e., send parts/car transactions and negotiations as well as other personal messages only to the intended recipient, not to the Clubhouse public address. This practice will protect your privacy, reduce the total volume of mail and fine tune the content signal to Mopar topic.  Thanks!

1962 to 1965 Mopar Clubhouse Discussion Guidelines:
http://www.1962to1965mopar.ornocar.org/mletiq.html and http://www.1962to1965mopar.ornocar.com/general_disclaimer.html.