passing along this poem!!!
It was the night before Christmas, and there in the shed
My Road Runner was sitting, with the battery dead
There were Superbird parts, all laying around,
Some against the wall, and some on the ground
Last Christmas I said, to my friends on the phone
By next Christmas I hope, to have done most of my clone
09 Economics, Layoffs, and Obama,
Had helped my project Birdy, to suffer some trauma
Despite all the set backs, I still got work done
With help from the net friends, on DC dot Com
While I was thinking, I looked up to the sky
What the heck was that, I spied with my eye
A line of cars, all joined by a cable
Came down and hovered, over a buddies roof gable.
A Mopar convoy, that can't be real
but I heard the main driver, over a tire squeal
On Duster and Cuda, on Chally and Charger,
On Dart and Demon, on Viper and Prowler
A cool list of rides, the last with a wing
Bells on the stabilizer, ring-a-ling ling
On top of the hood, he was sitting up tall.
Calling out parts , to give to us all.
He wasn't really Santa, it was just a little weird.
Silhouette almost like Petty, but sportin a beard.
As he vanished on the horizon, he gave one more cheer.
Merry Mopar Christmas and Happy New Year
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