Twas the night before Christmas,and all thru the garage
Not an engine was running,not even my Dodge
The slicks were hung by the mantle with care,
Hopin St Nick would fill them with air.
My Mopars were nestled,all snug in their beds,
Each lookin sweet,with their new set of treads.
When all of the sudden, it awork to a clatter,
My Hemi came alive, wondering what was the matter.
For a Rat powered Camaro had passed in the night
My Hemi powered Mopar, revved up for a fight.
Now the 427, he thought he could win.
But the Hemi Blew by, like a possesed demon wind.
The rat powered Chevy is heard from no more.
And my Hemi came back, truimphant once more.
The Chevy was beat, what a wonderful night.
To all a Merry Chrysler, and a Mopar good night
