'Twas the night of the ILGPC Party, when all through the RamadaOriginally posted by mybluegtp@Dec 9 2003, 02:00 PM
Hey Ray my father works for AAA...
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Fish;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that MrT and Alfredo's dad soon would be there;
The club members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of intercoolers danced in their heads;
And LISA in her 'kerchief, and JEFF in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out in the lot there arose such a clatter,
GRAFFIX sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to GP's below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But MrT, and eight towtrucks also,
With a little old driver, so lively and silly,
I knew in a moment it must be MrT.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, ALEX! now, HALE! now, FREDO and LP!
On, BUMPIN! on ROYAL! on, THALORD and SYP!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the flatbed the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of GTP's, and some GP's too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the lot
The winching and pulling of cars on a truck.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down Street MrT came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all garnished with gold chains and loot;
A convoy of carss he had in a pack,
And he looked like a racer just not looking back.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as black as some coal;
The stump of a smoke he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was skinney and thin, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And yanked all the cars; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his middle-finger up high,
And giving a nod, up the street he did fly;
He sprang to his truck, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
MrT
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Nah thats ok, Im more in the mood for...
Buffett style dinner with Boneless Breat of Chicken, Sliced Sirloin of Beef Au Jus, Penne Pasta with Mozzarella, Mashed Potatoes, Tossed Garden Salad, Vegetables, and Desert.
Also includes dinner rolls, butter, assorted pitchers of soda, coffee, and 4 hours of open bar!
To bad you cant make it...I guess its yellow snow for you. Ill be eatin good
J/k . But i love ya anyways.
AC/IC..install, have a good time....Originally posted by GraFFix+Dec 9 2003, 06:31 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (GraFFix @ Dec 9 2003, 06:31 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'>
Nah thats ok, Im more in the mood for...
Buffett style dinner with Boneless Breat of Chicken, Sliced Sirloin of Beef Au Jus, Penne Pasta with Mozzarella, Mashed Potatoes, Tossed Garden Salad, Vegetables, and Desert.
Also includes dinner rolls, butter, assorted pitchers of soda, coffee, and 4 hours of open bar!
To bad you cant make it...I guess its yellow snow for you. Ill be eatin good
pizza, pop, buds..
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