In 1822 Clement Clark Moore, a New Yorker, wrote the now everlasting poem, A Visit from St. Nicholas or, as it has become known, The Night Before Christmas, for his children. Recently I received a version of the famous poem from Don Headrick, aka DucatiDon, of Portland, Oregon, who noted it’s been around for a long time but that he has ‘made few tweaks’ to the rhymes that readers of TheDetroitBureau.com might find particularly appropriate.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and in my garage…
…there wasn’t a trace of an Audi or Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I’d mess with my Corvette for a bit.
I popped the release and lifted the hood,
when a deep voice behind me said “Hey! Looks pretty good.”
Well as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there by my workbench, stood good Ol’ Saint Nick!