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  • LouRugani
    Twas the night before New Year, And out in the shed, Awaiting my presence, My Crosley, abed. The party was swinging And the guests were all lit, So I figured
    Message 1 of 1 , Dec 31, 2011
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      'Twas the night before New Year,
      And out in the shed,
      Awaiting my presence,
      My Crosley, abed.

      The party was swinging
      And the guests were all lit,
      So I figured I'd mess
      With the Crosley a bit.

      I popped the release
      And I lifted the hood,
      When a deep voice behind me
      Said "Looks pretty good!"

      Well, as you can imagine,
      I spun around quick,
      And there, by the workbench
      Was good old Saint Nick!

      He looked a bit peaked
      Now that Christmas was gone;
      His suit needed cleaning,
      And he stifled a yawn.

      I stood there a bit,
      Not sure what to say.
      Santa: "Don't suppose
      You'd trade for my sleigh?"

      I said "No way, Santa",
      With a sardonic grin,
      "But seeing you're free,
      We could go for a spin!"

      His round little mouth
      Curled up like a bow
      And turned into a smile
      Ad he said "Hey, let's go!!"

      So as not to disturb
      The revelers' beat,
      We pushed out the Crosley
      Into the street.

      Then slipping inside,
      I pulled the choke rich,
      Turned on the key,
      and pressed the chrome switch.

      The sound of the CIBA
      Took him by surprise,
      But he liked it a lot,
      By the look in his eyes.

      I turned on the lights,
      And with dashboard aglow
      We headed on out
      Where the old cars all go.

      And Santa's grin widened
      Approaching his ears
      With every shift up
      As I went through the gears.

      Then he yelled, "Can't recall
      When I've felt so alive!"
      So I backed off the gas
      And said "You wanna drive?"

      Old Santa seemed stunned
      As I gave him the keys.
      He walked past the headlights
      And slid in with ease.

      He slipped into First
      With nary a crunch.
      I thought to myself
      "I have a hunch

      He's done this before!"
      Then he slid into Second
      As smoothly as butter.
      "An expert!" I reckoned.

      For several hours
      We drove through the night;
      The Crosley was humming
      And traffic was light.

      I sat there just watching,
      With nary a word
      As the CC cruised on
      While the CIBA Four purred.

      The hours passed quickly,
      And quietly, too;
      The road up ahead
      Seemed to vanish from view.

      And it seemed we were airborne!
      The rooftops below
      And streetlamps looked smaller
      As higher we'd go.

      "On, Crosley!", he called,
      As the hour grew late,
      Exhorting the horses,
      (Twenty-six now, not eight.)

      As we flew through the skies
      On that cold winter night,
      We'd both laugh together
      In fun and delight.

      But the sound of a horn
      Was heard from afar,
      And growing in volume,
      And not from the car.

      I snapped wide awake
      And there, with their horns,
      The guests were all toasting
      The New Years Day morn.

      I rubbed on my eyes
      And crawled off the cot,
      Walked out to the Crosley -
      And the hood was still hot!

      And under the visor
      A note had been pinned:
      "Happy New Year, my friend,
      And thanks for the spin!"

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      Happy 2012 CCOCers!

      Lou Rugani and Robert Kirk
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