Bob Wright wrote:
>
> T'was the night before christmas when all through the town
> Not a creature was stirring as they lay on their down.
> The wives were all dreamin' of turkeys and such.
> What they'd bought husbands, why car parts...and how much!
>
> The children were nestled all snug in the rack,
> Dreamin of the big guy, his red suit and sack.
> They wanted some candy, some toys and some books.
> And daddy to stop driving with goggles...what looks!
>
> My toys were tucked away in the garage below
> all polished and covered up for the spring and some show.
> I'd tucked away Moggie, the Matchless ol' trike
> And his cousin the G80, a '46 bike.
>
> The others were happy as they too could rest
> While that nasty old Lucas continued to infest.
> The hoods were all up, the bonnets all down,
> The heaters, what heaters, they're british you clown!
>
> And I in my skivvies, the wife in her flannel,
> fighting over the remote, the popcorn and the channel.
> When out on the yard there arose such a rumble,
> I threw back the covers, tripped on the cat and did stumble!
>
> I ran to the window and threw open the shutter,
> Looked out to see...My heart all a flutter.
> The moon all aglow gave a shimmering light,
> To this special festive evening, my favorite night.
>
> I looked out to see an old triumph, the stag,
> A Daimler, a Mini, a Bond...it did lag!
> A Jag and an MG were lined side by side.
> and there was a Rover and Humber with pride.
>
> I couldn't believe what I saw row by row,
> More british iron than anyone could possibly tow!
> There were Sunbeams and Daimlers and Austins with spats,
> And XK's with ornaments on the bonnet, yes cats!
>
> I looked and I looked for my eyes were so wide,
> I couldn't believe this great sight just outside.
> I grabbed the old bathrobe I got the other year
> and ran to the front yard letting out a great cheer.
>
> For there at the end of this long line of chrome
> was a man we call Santa in front of my home.
> He sat proudly in a Morgan, the model you see
> I can't tell you as it was a mystery to me.
>
> Debate if you like whether Plus four or trike
> or a plus eight or 4/4 if that's what you like
> It matters so little as the best part you see
> was that he too liked british and Lucas, like me!
>
> He winked and he twirled around in the seat,
> grabbed some parcels and tossed them to land at my feet.
> I knew in an instant what I wished for I got.
> For only an exhaust could look like this lot.
>
> Then some also came for my wife, children and pets
> I'll see in the morning what everyone gets.
> I turned to thank him but my words were in vain
> as hundreds of britcars went skyward in strain.
>
> As he flew out of sight, I watched the chrome all a glow
> And heard that expression that most of us know.
> I hope you enjoyed this and I got it all right,
> "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night"
>
> Bob Wright and family
Dear Bob,
Yours is my favorite retelling to date!
To you and yours and Everyone else on the list:
SEASONS'S GREETINGS and HAPPY MORGANEW YEAR!
Michael Jhon, Arlin Robins & "MOGNFIQ"
|