T'was the morning after XRmas... Twas the fine morning after that great holiday where people give gifts and bow heads to pray In thanks for the child who's life was our gift to deliver us from evil (and not miss a quick shift) That having been said, our man of the hour, Ol Jolly Saint Nick who delivered thru powder. Bursting thru heaven and driving like hell, he delivered his goods and all turned out well. Back home now in slippers sipping piping hot cider, he munched on some snacks groaning " I'm gonna get wider". The post-season news was just coming in and all Santa could do was shake head and grin. The reindeer were found at some posh party distillin' fine pickled eggnog with some chick named P. Hilton The Elves were invited to California, a show with some guy named Phil 'bout their phobia of snow The Mrs. had gone south to a sunny rehab making tan lines in Aruba and gettin' rid of some flab. Santa was just chillin' after a wild ride that night no doubt he'd made history with that historic flight. The Eagle had soared and pulled straight and true while the Gremlin XR had sure paid it's dues. The landings were tricky with brakes notoriously fickle even with those torque links he barely missed the Grim sickle. But he mastered that beast and drove it all night til it dropped him home safely from that hair-raising flight. He'd motored it past all the elves, cheering wildly as he'd broken speed records and that's putting it mildly! He'd pulled into his garage and finally turned off the key. The motors went silent and ol' Santa had to pee! With a bow of his head he'd prayed with much love for making it thru with that help from above. Now a few hours later he was feeling quite toasty the cider had kicked in and his cheeks were all rosy He sauntered outdoors down the pathway dim lit to his favorite garage where the XR did sit. The door flew wide open as Santa gazed merrily upon his red-hot lil Gremlin and then sighed, Oh verily What am I to do with this car so bare tamed with a motor so hot he'd almost gone down in flames? It wasn't it's fault it was so devilishly fast but he'd prayed every hour thinking it might be his last. He gazed and he pondered then with a final weary sigh he pulled on the cover and looked to the sky. "Oh Lord, I don't know the fate of this car, if only I could see by the light of your star. To guide me thru heaven was a task quite forbidding I'm not sure next year my heart could take thrilling. So I leave it to you to show me the way if it's needed once more as old Santa's sleigh." So one last look upon that wild child, now still. He silently bade goodnight 'til next year's good will. And after closing the door, and walking up to his castle thought "I'd better call Haggerty, if I wreck it'll be a hassle!" The End? by Jerry Casper __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com _______________________________________________ AMC-List mailing list AMC-List@xxxxxxxxxxxx http://www.amc-list.com/mailman/listinfo/amc-list or go to http://www.amc-list.com