Holiday poems - sort of...
Can't remember if these have been posted before - Happy holidays!
Winter Wonderland
Beads pop off, are you listenin’
Cold winds through-your ears is whistlin’
Your winch falls apart, your engine won’t start
Wheelin’ through a winter wonderland.
Snow is deep, your butt is freezin’
Broke a hub, it ain’t pleasin’
You’re starting to slide, on your wheels, then your side
Wheelin’ through a winter wonderland.
On the hill climb, we can barely make it
Traction’s really nowhere to be found
Pull the cable, snatch the block, and fake it.
Or claw along, and put the hammer down.
Wheelin’ through a winter wonderland.
Later on, we’ll perspire
Drying gloves by the fire
Counting things that we broke, “That’s wheelin” we’ll joke.
Wheelin’ through a winter wonderland.
Author unknown
The Winch That Saved Christmas
The wind was quite heavy on one Christmas Eve,
Santa traveled by ground, behind schedule, if you believe.
He was cruising through California in his mighty red sleigh,
And said, "If I don't hurry, there will be no Christmas Day."
Blitzen turned around and said, "Santa, you won't fail,
We Reindeer found a short-cut called the Rubicon Trail."
They headed for the trail, but when they got there,
The rocks looked much bigger than they did from the air.
Up hill the reindeer struggled to make the sleigh go,
And getting around those rocks made the progress quite slow.
They tried really hard but there just wasn't a way,
To get axle articulation from an old wooden sleigh.
Where the rocks are quite steep, Santa ran out of luck,
Even with nine reindeer, he finally got stuck.
The Rubicon Trail is no place for a sleigh full of toys,
Santa sighed, "I've failed all those good girls and boys!"
"They'll rise in the morning, leave their rooms and say,
'Under the tree, it is empty, is there NO CHRISTMAS DAY?'"
They couldn't budge the sleigh, no matter how hard they tried,
Santa felt so hopeless he sat down and cried.
Suddenly in the distance came a loud clanking sound,
Like an old wind-up toy that's been too tightly wound.
They saw it come over a boulder with a creep,
A rock crawlin', mud boggin' CJ-5 Jeep.
Its fenders were dented, and its sides were all scratched,
The top had big holes that hadn't been patched.
But its tires were big ones, 35 inch,
And on its front bumper was a shiny WARN winch.
"If you're taking the Rubicon," the CJ started to say,
"Go with a group and get mud tires for that sleigh."
Santa said, "I'm sorry, I feel like a jerk,"
The old CJ-5 said nothing, it just went to work
The sleigh was unstuck and free in a cinch,
Thanks to that CJ and its shiny WARN winch.
Santa went on to fulfill Christmas day,
With the old CJ-5 leading the way.
Reply W/Quote