Not a Blaster but thought you guys might like it! i sure did
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Ford or even a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with the 250R for a bit.
I popped the release and I took off the seat
When a deep voice behind me said "Looks pretty neat!"
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol' Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleigh?
I said "No way, Santa" and started to grin,
"But if you've got the time we could go for a spin!"
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said "Hey! Ya, let's go!!"
So as not to disturb all the neighbours' retreat,
We pushed the 250R quietly into the street.
Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I kicked it over and I let the clutch spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With the Razr's a' crying and pipe aglow,
We screamed on out where the race quads go.
And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every shift up as I went through the gears.
Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!"
So I let off the throttle and said "You wanna drive?"
Ol' Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the bumper he shook at the knees!
Then the two stroke exploded with pure exhaust sound!
Santa dumped the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching at loss for a word.
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, it's a hell of a night!!!"
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Ford or even a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with the 250R for a bit.
I popped the release and I took off the seat
When a deep voice behind me said "Looks pretty neat!"
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol' Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade for my sleigh?
I said "No way, Santa" and started to grin,
"But if you've got the time we could go for a spin!"
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said "Hey! Ya, let's go!!"
So as not to disturb all the neighbours' retreat,
We pushed the 250R quietly into the street.
Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I kicked it over and I let the clutch spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With the Razr's a' crying and pipe aglow,
We screamed on out where the race quads go.
And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every shift up as I went through the gears.
Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!"
So I let off the throttle and said "You wanna drive?"
Ol' Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the bumper he shook at the knees!
Then the two stroke exploded with pure exhaust sound!
Santa dumped the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching at loss for a word.
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, it's a hell of a night!!!"
