Twas the night before....
12-25-2005, 11:45 AM
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Twas the night before....
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Leipzig
not a creature was stirring, not even the "pig".
The stockings were hung by the turbos with care,
in hopes that St. Lewis soon would be there.
The Rennlisters were nestled all snug in their trucks,
The purplesaurus Kool-aid – gave a false sense of Luck .
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just just completed a competition worthy lap.
When out on the Paddock there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my Pepper to see what was the matter.
Away to the rear hatch I flew like a flash,
of course it din't open, that piece of trash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should see,
but a miniature Cayenne, Drat that VAG!
With a little old driver, so lively and clueless,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Lewis.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Madfox! Now Husky Dog!
Now, Cleaner and bigdog!
On, Kooser! On, Mudman!
On, Jaro and Caitlin!
To the top of the porch (sic)
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
To be continued……
not a creature was stirring, not even the "pig".
The stockings were hung by the turbos with care,
in hopes that St. Lewis soon would be there.
The Rennlisters were nestled all snug in their trucks,
The purplesaurus Kool-aid – gave a false sense of Luck .
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just just completed a competition worthy lap.
When out on the Paddock there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my Pepper to see what was the matter.
Away to the rear hatch I flew like a flash,
of course it din't open, that piece of trash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should see,
but a miniature Cayenne, Drat that VAG!
With a little old driver, so lively and clueless,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Lewis.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Madfox! Now Husky Dog!
Now, Cleaner and bigdog!
On, Kooser! On, Mudman!
On, Jaro and Caitlin!
To the top of the porch (sic)
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
To be continued……
12-25-2005, 08:27 PM
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Very nice job Shamus 
Wait a minute, don't you have to be dead first, before you can be made a Saint?
Does this in fact mean that in the "race to the grave" between myself and the Cayenne, the Cayenne actually WON?!
You mean I'm already dead and this is Hell? Owning a Cayenne for the rest of eternity?
Somebody please wake me up and tell me it's just a bad dream
Wait a minute, don't you have to be dead first, before you can be made a Saint?
Does this in fact mean that in the "race to the grave" between myself and the Cayenne, the Cayenne actually WON?!
You mean I'm already dead and this is Hell? Owning a Cayenne for the rest of eternity?
Somebody please wake me up and tell me it's just a bad dream
12-25-2005, 11:34 PM
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Originally Posted by Shamus
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"Now Madfox! Now Husky Dog!
Now, Cleaner and bigdog!
On, Kooser! On, Mudman!
On, Jaro and Caitlin!
........... To be continued……
"Now Madfox! Now Husky Dog!
Now, Cleaner and bigdog!
On, Kooser! On, Mudman!
On, Jaro and Caitlin!
........... To be continued……
....... (continuing for Shamus)...... and Happy Christmas to all and to all a Good Night! (that's the way the 'real' one is written folks!)**
** Is notice of an Extended Warranty Company Seizure, a Christmas Present equivalent to getting soot and ash from St. Santa Lewis?
