Excellent - I'll send it to my daughter - the English major. Thanks for sharing it with us.
On 12/21/05, Bob Rentfro <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > My apologies to Mr. Moore: > > > > Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the list > Blockheaters were plugged in...cold weather persists. > The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, > In hopes that packages from Rusty soon would be there. > > The children were nestled all snug in their beds, > While visions of 240Ds (4 speed, of course) danced in their heads. > And mamma in her 'kerchief and a beautiful corsage, > Knew I was getting ready to go to the garage . > > When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, > It sounded like an OM 617 with something the matter. > Away to the window I flew like a flash, > I tripped over a jackstand now I'm bleeding from a gash. > > The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow > Made me think the POS cars in the yard could get up and go. > Then, what to my wondering eyes should I see, > But a perfectly maintained mid-'80s 190D. > > With a little old driver, I don't need a sleuth, > I knew in a moment it's Herr Doktor Booth. > More rapid than eagles his advice he dealt out, > And he whistled, and waved, and started to shout! > > "Change fluids, change coolant! Changes filters, Change fuses! > Replace all those hoses from which something oozes! > >From the highly waxed roof, to the three pointed star! > Now do these thing, do these thing...take car of your cars!" > > As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, > Which always seem to end up in your garage, my oh my. > So into the garage Herr Doktor Booth flew, > With a bag full of tools and a timing chain too. > > And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the drive > Several other listers who soon had arrived. > I went to the car as quick as I could, > But Herr Doktor Booth was already 'neath the hood. > > He was dressed in a coverall , from his head to his foot, > And his clothes were all tarnished with M1 and soot. > A bundle of tools he had flung on his back, > They were so complete..I was taken aback. > He said,"Your engine's so dirty I think I might wretch! > The valves are all wack, look at this chain stretch ! > > This thing is a wreck, many PMs you have missed > Have you learned nothing in your years on the list?" > . > > He was fixing fuel hoses that were all out of kilter, > "I need a hand with this wretched inline filter!". > And then barreling in as if on que, > Were Kaleb, Chris and Casey and the Dons (OK and LT) too ! > > The work in my garage was making me dizzy, > Everyone was keeping incredibly busy! > Seeing all these good friends from so far away, > Working so hard..made me wish I were...able to serve them frosty brews > > They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work, > And torqued everything with the wrench (Nm, of course) with a jerk. > And then waving his hands like the big rappers do, > He said,"Let's roll fellers, our work here is through!" > > He sprang to his 190D, all Christmas arrayed , > And they all piled in like Shriners in a parade. > But I heard him exclaim, as I puffed my Christmas cigar, > "Happy Christmas to all, and TAKE CARE OF YOUR CARS!" > > > > Bob Rentfro > > '77 300D 145K > > Litchfield Park, AZ > -- OK Don, KD5NRO Norman, OK '90 300D, '87 300SDL, '81 240D, '78 450SLC The FSM created the Diesel Benz http://www.venganza.org/
