The Night Before Christmas
Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 3:44 am
The Night Before Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas, and all round the house,
Not a VeeDub was running, I felt like a louse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that St. Wolfsburg soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of Campers danced in their wee heads
And Mama in her flannel and I in mine, too,
thought a cross-county bus tour was a neat thing to do
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
like sounds of a bad clutch; you know how they chatter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
i loosened the locks and threw open the sash
And what to my wondering eyes did appear?
But a Volkswagen bus, of the earlier years
With a little old driver so pudgy and round
that i knew in a moment St. Wolfsburg I'd found
And pulling the Bus, through the snow and the cold,
was an octet of Beetles, so proud and so bold
More rapid than turtles, they strained as they came
as he yelled and he screamed and he called them by name
Now Sunroof, now Oval, now Super, and Sunbug
On Verti, on Kuebel, on Karmann, and Goldbug
To the top of the carport, to the top of the wall
drive away, drive away, drive away all
So up to the rooftop this convoy then flew
The Bus full of car parts and the Beetles were, too
As I drew in my head and was turning around
from the chimney St. Wolfsburg came out with a bound
He was dressed as mechanics, from his head to his foot
and he reeked of old motor oil and ashes and soot
A huge bunch of car parts he had stuffed in his sack
marked VeeDub and Bosch - I was taken aback
His face was all wrinkled, his eyes so dejected
like he'd been told his repairs were more than expected
His feet were all covered with oil, which was dripping
all over my carpet where he had been tripping
He was rotund and jolly, a competent mech,
but my room now was filthy, a horrible wreck
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
with his butt-crack all showing, like some plumber, the jerk!
Then putting his finger aside of his nose
with a wink and a nod, up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his Bus, fixed his seatbelt, and farted
Then hit the ignition, and up they all started
But I heard him exclaim ere he drove round the side
Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good ride!
T'was the night before Christmas, and all round the house,
Not a VeeDub was running, I felt like a louse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that St. Wolfsburg soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of Campers danced in their wee heads
And Mama in her flannel and I in mine, too,
thought a cross-county bus tour was a neat thing to do
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
like sounds of a bad clutch; you know how they chatter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
i loosened the locks and threw open the sash
And what to my wondering eyes did appear?
But a Volkswagen bus, of the earlier years
With a little old driver so pudgy and round
that i knew in a moment St. Wolfsburg I'd found
And pulling the Bus, through the snow and the cold,
was an octet of Beetles, so proud and so bold
More rapid than turtles, they strained as they came
as he yelled and he screamed and he called them by name
Now Sunroof, now Oval, now Super, and Sunbug
On Verti, on Kuebel, on Karmann, and Goldbug
To the top of the carport, to the top of the wall
drive away, drive away, drive away all
So up to the rooftop this convoy then flew
The Bus full of car parts and the Beetles were, too
As I drew in my head and was turning around
from the chimney St. Wolfsburg came out with a bound
He was dressed as mechanics, from his head to his foot
and he reeked of old motor oil and ashes and soot
A huge bunch of car parts he had stuffed in his sack
marked VeeDub and Bosch - I was taken aback
His face was all wrinkled, his eyes so dejected
like he'd been told his repairs were more than expected
His feet were all covered with oil, which was dripping
all over my carpet where he had been tripping
He was rotund and jolly, a competent mech,
but my room now was filthy, a horrible wreck
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
with his butt-crack all showing, like some plumber, the jerk!
Then putting his finger aside of his nose
with a wink and a nod, up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his Bus, fixed his seatbelt, and farted
Then hit the ignition, and up they all started
But I heard him exclaim ere he drove round the side
Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good ride!
