Twas the night before christmas

[quattro at brettd.dsl.speakeasy.net]

This doesn't exactly flow well, wasn't as true to the original poem's
phrasing and it's much shorter, but what can you expect from a sudden
impulse at 3am?


Twas the night before christmas when all through the list
not a NAC post would appear, not even in the mist

The cars were all parked with the greatest of care
in the hopes the audi gods would not even dare

when out in the driveway there rose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed, to see what was the matter
All at once I threw open the sash,
I pictured all my quattros, stolen in a flash

when what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a Pearl Audi avant, with no tiny reindeer
the driver had speed and control in such good mix,
I knew in a moment, it must be an S-6

More rapid than any beemer he came
the turbo whistled, and engine roared just the same
dual chrome exhaust tips tucked under the car's rear
from each a wisp of steam did appear

and then in a twinkling, I heard on the spire
the screeching and chirping of each fat snow tire

he went straight to the garage not bothering to turn off the car
he placed on a shelf eurolights from a place quite afar

leaving a heater core with care on the floor
he filled all the parts bins then turned with a jerk,
and handed me a steak knife with a cute little smirk

He sprang to his car which idled at wait
a clack from the tranny and the gears did mate
with a good throttle blip and a little clutch burn,
the tires did slip and he executed a mighty quick turn

But I heard him exclaim, ere he roared around the bend,
Happy Quattroing to all and may luck be your friend!


-Brett