| This was on the 300ZX forums I found it cute so I figured I post it over here. [ http://www.300zxforums.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=6474 ] A Visit from Saint Nicholaz Twas the Night before Christmas and all through the town. Not a Z Car was zipping or cruising around. The stockings were hung by the tool box with care. In hopes that St. Nicholaz would leave something there. 300zxClub members were tucked in their beds, While visions of Zeds raced through their heads My car under cover and I in my cap, All I could think of was the summers last lap When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter I sprung from my 240 to see whats the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash. I ripped down the blinds as I tripped over the trash. The moon on the hood of my new GTR, Threw a glow in the night both near and far. When what to my wondering eyes should appear? But- A shinny red Z and eight Japanese deer! With a little old driver that liked to go quick, I new in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than Mustangs his coursers they came, And he whistles and shouted and called out their name: "Now, 240! Now, 260! Now, 280 and ZX! On, 300! On, Shiro! On Twin Turbo and Stillen! On down the driveway, stay away from the wall! Now zip away, speed away, zip away all!" As fast Zeds burn rubber while a twisty track they fly, When they meet with a curb, and mount to the sky. So up my Court the Datsun flew, The Nissan full of car stuff and Saint Nicholaz too! And in 0 to 60 I heard on my drive The clutching and shifting of a 5 spd overdrive. As I drew in my head and was turning around Into the garage St. Nicholas did bound! He was all dressed in Nomex from his head to his foot, His jump suit was tarnished with oil and soot. A bundle of race parts he took off his back. He looked like a parts dealer just opening his pack! His eyes - how they twinkled. His dimples how merry. His helmet was Bell, Bright red like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up in a grin With a bit of black gold smeared on his chin. The tip of an exhaust pipe he held in his teeth, And the smoke encircled his head like a big Christmas wreath. He had a broad face and a little beer belly That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of chili. He was jolly and plump - a right jolly elf. And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head I new he'd take care of my sweet little Zed! He spoke not a word but went straight to work, Changing my camshaft, he then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod - out the garage door he goes. He jumped in his Z Car, to his team he did whistle And raced down the street like a Tomahawk missile! But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight: "Happy Christmas to all, and too all a good night!"
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