Christmas eve and our Bullitts

My wife sent this home from work for me to enjoy. :-B

CHRISTMAS EVE “Bullitt-in”

'Twas the night before Christmas and in the garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Chevy or a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with the 'Bullitt for a bit.

I popped the release and lifted the hood,
Then a deep voice behind me said "Looks pretty good."
Well as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there by the workbench stood good Ole Saint Nick.

We faced each other not sure what to say,
When Santa said "Don't suppose you'd trade for my sleigh?"
I said "No way, Santa" and started to grin.
But if you've got the time, we'll go for a spin."

His little round mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile as he said "Hey, let's go."
So as not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat,
We pushed her quietly out into the street.

Then taking our places to drift down the hill,
I switched on the key and let the clutch spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise.
He liked it a lot by the look in his eyes.

With Goodyears screamin' and tail pipes aglow,
We headed out where the hot rodders go.
Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every up shift as I climbed through the gears.

As we closed on 160 Santa yelled "I feel so alive."
So I backed off the gas and said "Wanna drive?"
Ole Santa was stunned when I passed him the keys,
As he walked past the headlights, he shook at the knees.

The small block exploded with a thunderous sound,
As he dumped the clutch, tires clawed for the ground.
Power shift to second and again into third.
I sat there in awe at a loss for words.

Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and one Hell of a night