Twas the fortnight before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a computer mouse;
The TR7 was resting on blocks set with care,
In hopes that winter's projects would make summer driving so fair;
Thought the kittens were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of tuna dancing in their heads;
Mamma in her sweater, I by the fire,
Had just settled down to await weather dryer;
When out on the balconey arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what's the matter.
Away to the french doors, but what did appear,
Three cats in the snow, playing with green boughs don't you know;
I whistled and shouted and called them by name;
"In Kali, in Kolie, in Seth, it's too cold for a game",
Covered in snow, from their head to their feet;
They head to the food dish, for something to eat.
Time to bed to dream of presents for the Spider,
Maybe kneepads or filters or tires that are wider.
As my head was starting to give a nod,
I remembered to utter to make it all right,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
TR7 Spider - 1978 Spifire - 1976 Spitfire - 1988 Tercel 4X4 - Kali on Integra - 1991 Integra
