'Twas the night before Christmas the Bronco in [rent ofthe house Not a wrench was turning tor Iwas snuggling the spouse The young ones were nestled all snug in their beds The corners propped up with old FE heads Ma was in her cute nightie and | in the nude (Cause that's how she likes to sleep with her dude) When out in the driveway arose such a clatter l sprang from my bed to see what's the matter On the way to the window I tell with a crash Then I grabbed my pistol to shoot some dumbass Threw open the front door. racking the slide And there on the lawn a red Jeep lay on its side A big tat man in red sat wiggling the stick I put down the gun 'cause I saw it was Ste Nick "Well don't pump the pedal, just put 'er in gear That baby's got more horses than all your reindeer" He grabbed his goodies and shouted, "I'll be back in a on" Then took off 'cross the lawn spinning and tearing up shit Good thing [topped it on because Santa drove wiid Delivering presents in weather not mild He nally returned spinning a cookie then skidding sideways He said with a grin. "I'll have to get my own Bronco one oithese days!" With a grunt and a (an he climbed back in the Heep Tossing gills (or the kids and some used parts to me Take care to always live from the head And denitely make sure you use only genuine Ford pans" With a crank of the staner (and classic Jeep whine) The poor little CJ rattled and sighed Through a cloud 0' smoke he then shouted at me "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good ride!" mam, WRIST/MAS 70!?