My Rendition "Twas The Night Before Christmas"
Hope you don't mind as I tweaked this a bit by changing some words to fit our Artic Cats.. Gp
""An Artic Cat Prowler Christmas:""
'Twas the night before Christmas, and out in the shed
Sat my old beat up Artic Cat, its battery dead.
Its fenders were caved and the roof had tears
and the bumpers were hanging like know one cares
The tires were low and ,the gas tank was leaking
A turn of the wheel sent tie rods a-creaking.
So I put on my coat with a weight on my heart,
And went out to the shed to get it to start
The engine turned over--and there arose such a clatter!
I knew from the sound it was belt driven chatter.
From under the dash there came a bright flash:
The wiring harness had just turned to ash!
Ive had it with Artic Cats I finally swore
Enough is too much! I cant take any more!
When what to my red, teary eyes should appear
Twas the ghost of old Prowler standing oh so near.
This one can be saved no reason to grieve.
All you need is some faith--Man, you gotta believe!
A hammer! Some duct tape! Get me more tools!
When you work on these Artic Cats, just make up-a da rules!
We'll get her cranked over no way that she'll stall
(But stand over there with a your back to the wall.)
A cough and a sputter, it all was just stunning--
I couldnt believe it! The damn thing was running!
The ghost winked at me and said, kicking a tire,
Whatever you do, DO NOT TOUCHA THIS WIRE!
Then old Prowler vanished amid sneezes and farts
But when the smoke cleared he had left me some parts
So I opened the shed door and climbed on the Cat
Put pedal to metal and roared out in a scat
And I thought to myself as I slammed it in high gear
Merry Christmas to All and a Happy New Year!