This was sent to me by a friend. I don't think its been posted before. great poem.
A MODEL T CHRISTMAS
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND THE OLD MODEL 'T'
WOULD NEED TO BE STARTED - A REAL JOB FOR ME.
FOR WE WERE ALL GOIN' TO THE COMMUNITY HALL
OL' SANTA WAS COMIN' WITH PRESENTS FOR ALL.
THE OIL WAS SO STIFF AND THE BATTERY WAS OLD
SHE'D BE SO HARD TO START OUT THERE IN THE COLD.
IT HADN'T BEEN STARTED IN OVER A WEEK
WHICH MEANT THAT ASSISTANCE I REALLY SHOULD SEEK.
I GOT TWO LARGE PANS OF HOT COALS AND ASHES
WHICH I PLACED UNDER LIZZIE IN A COUPLE OF DASHES.
THE COILS, DO THEY BUZZ? TRY THEM ONE AT A TIME
THE GAP ON THE PLUGS - THE SIZE OF A DIME.
I PULLED OUT THE CHOKE AND THE CRANK I DID TRY
THE MOTOR SO STIFF - I THOUGHT I WOULD CRY.
FOR THE CRANK WHEN I PULLED IT - CAME UP OH-SO-SLOW
AND I KNEW AT THIS RATE THE CAR NEVER WOULD GO.
I GOT SOME HOT WATER WHICH I POURED FROM THE KETTLE
OVER THE INTAKE - MORE THAN A LITTLE.
I CRANKED AND I CRANKED - TILL I WAS READY TO DROP
AND JUST AS I DID - IT VENTURED A 'POP'.
THIS GAVE ME NEW HOPE - I RETURNED TO MY WORK
FOR AS LONG AS THERE'S HOPE - I NEVER WOULD SHIRK.
IN THE NEXT FIFTEEN MINUTES - FOUR TIMES IT DID FIRE
JUST OFTEN ENOUGH MY THOUGHTS TO INSPIRE.
I THOUGHT IT ALL OVER - OUT THERE IN THE DARK
LET'S TRY JUST A LITTLE ADVANCE OF THE SPARK.
I TOOK HOLD OF THE CRANK AND GAVE IT A TWIST
JUST THEN I FELT A SHARP WHACK ON THE WRIST.
I FOUND 'TWASN'T BROKEN (WHY WAS I SO DUMB?
I SHOULD HAVE WATCHED CLOSELY THE PLACING OF THUMB).
BY NOW I'D DECIDED TO TRY A NEW TACK
ONE REAR WHEEL I'LL RAISE WITH THE JACK.
AGAIN I TOLD MA TO PULL DOWN ON THE SPARK
IF I GET THIS CAR STARTED - IT WON'T BE A LARK.
JUST AS I WAS GETTING AS MAD AS A HATTER
SHE STARTS WITH A ROAR, A BANG, AND A CLATTER.
THE VIBRATION SHOOK HER RIGHT OFF THE JACK
AND I WAS RUN OVER AS I STOOD IN MY TRACKS.
ABOUT THE TIME IT RAN THROUGH THE SHED
MA PULLED ON THE BRAKE, AND TO ME SHE SAID -
'NOW DUST OFF YOUR PANTS - LET'S DON'T BE TOO LATE
YOU KNOW THE PROGRAM STARTS STRAIGHT UP AT EIGHT'.
WELL, WE LOADED THE KIDS AND WE FLEW THROUGH THE SNOW
OL' LIZZIE AT LAST WAS A-RARIN' TO GO.
WHEN WE ARRIVED AT THE HALL - I KNEW WE WERE LATE
FOR THE YARD WAS PARKED FULL - CLEAN OUT TO THE GATE.
FROM INSIDE THE BUILDING CAME A HEARTY 'HO' 'HO' 'HO'
IT SEEMED THAT OL' SANTA WAS READY TO GO.
AS I RAN UP THE WALK - T'WARDS THE BIG DOUBLE DOOR
IT SUDDENLY FLEW OPEN, AND THEN WITH A ROAR
CAME A STAMPEDE OF REINDEER - I WAS KNOCKED ON MY REAR
ONCE AGAIN THAT EVENING SHOOTING STARS DID APPEAR.
AND I HEARD THE FAT DRIVER - AS I WAS LOSING MY SIGHT,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT"
With sincere apologizies to Clement Moore and our Model T friends everywhere.
This writing was found in a book that was owned by my life-long friend, Vaden Hunley Stroud.
He was the Auto Mechanics teacher at The Hutchinson, Kansas Senior High School from
1927 - 1969. My father had him in school and he knew me every day of my life until his
passing in 1986. There isn't a Christmas that comes and goes that I do not think about him
and my dad and the wonderful old stories he would tell.
The author is unknown and I wanted to share this with the Ford guys out there. Have shared
this with all my early Buick friends and it always brings grins and chuckles.
From our home to yours - "MERRY CHRISTMAS and A HAPPY NEW YEAR"
Terry and Barbara Wiegand
South Hutchinson, Kansas
Thanks Terry and Barb, I really enjoyed the nice poem---Merry Christmas Joe
Peter and Sally and all my friends down under Merry Christmas and a safe New Years from the Kingdom of Callaway MTFCA John Danuser President Karen says Hi too