RAM CHRISTMAS POAM
'Twas the night before Christmas driving Tail of the Dragon, while sounds of great power drummed down through the wagon;
Mud tires were tossing and spring holding tight,
with faith that Big Red would jaunt through the night.
My cargo was nestled all snug in the bed,
while visions of pleasure danced in my head.
With me all strapped in with a cold little nip,
I had just settled down for a winter's night trip,
When out in the woods there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
My face to the window and nose pressed on tight,
I could see in a second a campfire’s bright light.
The moon on the shine of the new-fallen snow
gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
a group of tent campers filled with laughter and cheer,
This old round driver, not so lively or quick,
I knew in that instant I was not like St. Nick.
As rapid as eagles my cylinders they came,
as I coughed, and snorted, and called them by name.
"Now, TRADESMAN! now, LARAMIE! now, LONE STAR and BIG HORN!
On, LIMITED! on REBEL! on, POWER WAGON and LONG HORN!
To the top of the trail head! to the top of the squall!
Now Churn Away! Chug Away! Churn Away all!"
As dry snowflakes in wind that will take to the sky,
When they meet with an obstacle, big tires will pry,
So up to the hill-top the cylinders they flew,
With a truck full of gifts, and this old fat man too.
And then, in a twinkling, I unstrapped from my seat
I slid out the door and onto my feet.
I drew gifts to my hand, without making a sound,
and down the campsite I went with a bound.
Dressed all in camo, from head to my foot,
And my clothes were all tarnished with campfire soot;
A bundle of gifts I had flung on my back,
And I looked like old Sasquatch just opening my pack.
My eyes -- how they watered from the smoke of burnt cherry!
While bearing these gifts would make me so merry!
I made my way down to their camp through the snow,
in hope of some glee that I might bestow.
The stump of my stogie clenched tight in my teeth,
as a bottle of moonshine I sled into their wreath.
I waited for quiet through the campsite around,
knowing come morning that joy would abound.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And filled all the tent sites; then turned with a jerk,
Slinging bag over shoulder as slowly I rose,
A sight to behold for all I suppose.
I sprang to my wagon and gave Hemi a whistle,
and we chugged through the snow like the dawn of a thistle.
You could hear me exclaim as I drove out of camp’s sight,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT
'Twas the night before Christmas driving Tail of the Dragon, while sounds of great power drummed down through the wagon;
Mud tires were tossing and spring holding tight,
with faith that Big Red would jaunt through the night.
My cargo was nestled all snug in the bed,
while visions of pleasure danced in my head.
With me all strapped in with a cold little nip,
I had just settled down for a winter's night trip,
When out in the woods there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
My face to the window and nose pressed on tight,
I could see in a second a campfire’s bright light.
The moon on the shine of the new-fallen snow
gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
a group of tent campers filled with laughter and cheer,
This old round driver, not so lively or quick,
I knew in that instant I was not like St. Nick.
As rapid as eagles my cylinders they came,
as I coughed, and snorted, and called them by name.
"Now, TRADESMAN! now, LARAMIE! now, LONE STAR and BIG HORN!
On, LIMITED! on REBEL! on, POWER WAGON and LONG HORN!
To the top of the trail head! to the top of the squall!
Now Churn Away! Chug Away! Churn Away all!"
As dry snowflakes in wind that will take to the sky,
When they meet with an obstacle, big tires will pry,
So up to the hill-top the cylinders they flew,
With a truck full of gifts, and this old fat man too.
And then, in a twinkling, I unstrapped from my seat
I slid out the door and onto my feet.
I drew gifts to my hand, without making a sound,
and down the campsite I went with a bound.
Dressed all in camo, from head to my foot,
And my clothes were all tarnished with campfire soot;
A bundle of gifts I had flung on my back,
And I looked like old Sasquatch just opening my pack.
My eyes -- how they watered from the smoke of burnt cherry!
While bearing these gifts would make me so merry!
I made my way down to their camp through the snow,
in hope of some glee that I might bestow.
The stump of my stogie clenched tight in my teeth,
as a bottle of moonshine I sled into their wreath.
I waited for quiet through the campsite around,
knowing come morning that joy would abound.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And filled all the tent sites; then turned with a jerk,
Slinging bag over shoulder as slowly I rose,
A sight to behold for all I suppose.
I sprang to my wagon and gave Hemi a whistle,
and we chugged through the snow like the dawn of a thistle.
You could hear me exclaim as I drove out of camp’s sight,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT