The Machanics of Christmas

The Mechanics of Christmas by: R.Meuser 121108

It was the night before Christmas
and all through the garage.
I could not get a car running
not even a Dodge.

I was laying on my creeper,
pearing at the bottom of a truck.
I was trying to figure out
what had gone a-muck.

Then I saw two black boots
I scooted from under with fear.
But I saw it was Santa with tools
and a case of beer.

He said, " Let us get these cars going
before this days end.
It is Christmas Eve
and I have presents to send.

My reindeer are too old
and Rudolf is dead.
Then I got ticked off
and I sold the sled.

I need your cars
to take this trip.
Then he popped a beer cap
and took a sip.

He went straight to his work
with his tools he did clatter.
He wanted to get truckin
this was a serious matter.

The time was growing short
I began to panic.
He told me not to worry
he was a master mechanic.

Then I heard a rumble
and I thought he had farted.
But to my surprise
it was the cars he had started.

He hooked up his trailer
and shouted the command.
He named all the vehicles
each by brand.

On Ford, on Chevy,
get going Desoto
On Caddy on Mercedes,
you too Toyota.

The tires squealed
and the rubber flew.
They pealed out like a shot
they had work to do.

I watched their tail lights
as they sped out of sight.
He promised to be back
at the end of night.

But the trip was never completed
as the season passed.
Santa called me by cell phone.
He ran out of gas