‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my car,
my ride was quite bumpy, my door was ajar.
With a rev of the engine, the temp was in reds, what was the trouble, could it be piston heads?
A little more juice did cause quite the snap; I feared this could be quite a costly mishap!
When then from the engine arose such a clatter, I threw open the hood to see what was the matter!
With a fresh jug of oil I ripped off the cap, was my once faithful ride destined for scrap?
Away to my workbench I flew like a flash, with a few tools in hand on the engine I bashed.
My face then sank with a grim “oh no”. It seemed unlikely that my old friend would go.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a Mini-Cooper sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively and quick, and with his new car parts that should do the trick.
More rapid than a Bugatti his courses they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now! Brake Pads, now! Rotors, now! New Alternators, on! Spark Plugs, on Bearings, on! New Radiators”
So on top of my garage, their courses they flew, with a sleigh full of parts, and the good St. Nic too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around, in through the door came St. Nic with a bound.
He was dressed in coveralls, from his head to his foot, his clothes were all tarnished with grease spots and soot
A collection of parts were flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler opening his pack.
“Your ride will not run, but my friend quite contrary, with these parts right here your ride will be merry!”
With ratchets and wrenches to work he did go, throwing my old parts out in to the snow.
“These parts…” he said, with a gigantic smile, “will keep your car running for many a mile”
He changed sensors, spark plugs, filters and oil. Under that hood all night did he toil.
When at last it looked as if his work had been done, with a grin he said “Fire ‘er up, see if she’ll run!”
My engine ignited, and came to life with a song, But before I could thank him, he was already gone.
I stopped and looked at my newly tuned ride, and for the first time since buying I was beaming with pride.
I knew with the parts she’d be running for years, I thought about where we’d go, the fun, and the cheers.
Almost over-night new parts did arrive, and I could tell all my friends how my car would survive!
From out on the street, I heard a great roar, It was my good friend St. Nic, his sleigh pedal to the floor.
And I heard him exclaim, with joy in his heart, “Don’t drive an old clunker, AutoShack.com has your part!”
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