AMC Gremlin Owner's Christmas Poem
AMC Gremlin Owner's Christmas Story
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| AMC Gremlin Owner's Christmas Poem |
”Twas the Night”….
‘Twas the Night before Christmas, and you see,
there sat in the corner, a classic old AMC.
My AMC Gremlin, near ready to go,
to all of next seasons’ Cruise Nights and Car Shows.
Its’ slick red body, with black side stripes,
red vinyl interior, the seats are just right.
A B&M shifter coming up through the floor,
now hooked to a 727 auto for sure.
It sits with the hood up, not quite running yet,
the problem elusive, but simple I bet.
The 401 V8 of legend and lore,
“Why won’t you run? I can’t take it any more.”
Now freshly rebuilt, this elephant mill,
just thinking about it gives me a chill.
All of that horsepower, all of that torque,
I can’t make it run, I feel like a dork.
I’m about to turn in, and go off to bed,
thinking a good sleep should help clear my head.
When ever so slightly, I hear someone's laughter,
and jingle bells ringing, and hooves pitter-patter.
“Is this for real?” I thought to myself,
could it be, the Jolly Old Elf?
I opened the side door and had a look out,
the sleigh that I saw removed any doubt.
Across the street, he was making the rounds,
rooftop to rooftop, in leaps and bounds.
Then he was gone, but the sleigh still remained,
for what happened next, I’ll have to explain.
As I turned around, what do you know,
Santa Claus himself, the star of the show.
Was standing there, grinning, right there by the car,
his pearly whites glistening, reflecting like stars.
I stammered “S-Santa?!” And he started to snicker,
I took a deep breath to calm down my ticker.
He was checking it over, no angle undone,
and then he said nicely, “Might I hear the Gremlin run?”
I hated to say it, had no other choice,
this problem I had with the Gremlin's voice.
I wish that we could, but I’m afraid not tonight,
It’ll turn over, but it simply won’t light.
I know it’s ignition, of this I’m sure,
but I’m out of ideas, do you have a cure?
He pondered a moment, then scratched his chin,
“I have an idea, why don’t you jump in?”
I climbed in the Gremlin, as he fiddled around,
and he said “Aha! You have a bad ground!”
This wire on the coil should be attached here,
and over he moved it, without any fear.
“Hit it!” he said, his grin growing wide,
I turned the key and let out a sigh.
I wiggled the shifter and hit the ol’ key,
and it fired up at once, I howled with glee!
The dual exhaust was so loud it rattled the walls,
Santa yelled over it, “I bet this thing hauls!”
I killed the Gremlin, and jumped out, unable to speak,
Santa had fixed it with one little tweak!
“You know about cars?” I finally asked.
“Oh, yes!” he replied, "My veins run with gas."
“I work but one night, so with my spare time,
I tinker and wrench, it sharpens the mind."
“I have a AMC collection that rivals the best,
It’s my preferred hobby when I am at rest.”
I shook his hand thank you, we nodded goodbye,
and with that he vanished in the blink of an eye.
As I went in to head off to bed,
I thought about everything Santa had said.
Turns out he’s a car guy, and now that you know,
Perhaps you’ll see Santa, at your next AMC Show!
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