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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town.
Not a creature was stirring, everything was shut down.
The shopping was finished, the baking all done.
Everything was wrapped, time for some fun.
Out to the shop did a rustling partake.
The sound of a V8 brought my senses awake.
The cam was quite rumpity, with a slight valvetrain clatter.
The cold air has made the mixture just a little bit fatter.
Taking advantage of the quiet just seems like a must.
Into first gear I give the lever a thrust.
Easing onto the road, temps coming up fine.
I double check the little marker that signals red line.
Things are running fine, almost too good to be true.
You know what that means, just one thing to do.
Up come the revs with the blip of the gas.
Sidestep the clutch for one Christmas pass.
In the blink of an eye you pull second gear.
I hope I'm far enough away so the wife doesn't hear.
Third gear then fourth, I know this won't last.
Every quarter mile is always a blast.
Off the gas, I just glide for a while.
What just happened always brings a smile.
As I back into the garage, I can't help but wonder.
Is there another FE making Christmas thunder.
Back in the house, but who do I see.
My lovely wife chuckeling and shaking her head at me.
I ask "what"? being a little coy.
She lovingly says, "nothing, my grown up little boy".
Not a creature was stirring, everything was shut down.
The shopping was finished, the baking all done.
Everything was wrapped, time for some fun.
Out to the shop did a rustling partake.
The sound of a V8 brought my senses awake.
The cam was quite rumpity, with a slight valvetrain clatter.
The cold air has made the mixture just a little bit fatter.
Taking advantage of the quiet just seems like a must.
Into first gear I give the lever a thrust.
Easing onto the road, temps coming up fine.
I double check the little marker that signals red line.
Things are running fine, almost too good to be true.
You know what that means, just one thing to do.
Up come the revs with the blip of the gas.
Sidestep the clutch for one Christmas pass.
In the blink of an eye you pull second gear.
I hope I'm far enough away so the wife doesn't hear.
Third gear then fourth, I know this won't last.
Every quarter mile is always a blast.
Off the gas, I just glide for a while.
What just happened always brings a smile.
As I back into the garage, I can't help but wonder.
Is there another FE making Christmas thunder.
Back in the house, but who do I see.
My lovely wife chuckeling and shaking her head at me.
I ask "what"? being a little coy.
She lovingly says, "nothing, my grown up little boy".
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