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From: Douglas Frank <frank@imaphub.zk3.dec.com>
Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2000 09:29:14 -0500
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From: "David & Denise Patten" <thepattens@grolen.com>
To: <ner@ner.org>
Subject: Fw: from a porsche mailing list
Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2000 08:44:42 -0500

> A Visit from Racer Nicholas    (author unknown)
> 
> 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the valley,
> Not a sports car was stirring, not even a Ferrari.
> The stockings were hung on the garage door with care,
> In hopes that Hot Nick soon would be there.
> 
> The kiddies were nestled all snug in their beds,
> While Alfas and Jaguars raced in their heads;
> Mom in her goggles and I in beret,
> Had tucked in the Allard, and then hit the hay.
> 
> When out on the road there arose such a clatter,
> I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
> Expecting to see a Mercedes roar by,
> We raced to the window, my dear wife and I.
> 
> The moon on the chrome of her baby Lago,
> Gave the brightness of noonday to objects below.
> When what should my wondering eyes betray,
> But eight tiny MGs, pulling a sleigh.
> 
> With a small hero driver so steady and quick,
> I knew in a moment it must be Hot Nick!
> More rapid than Grand Prix his little fleet came,
> And he poured on the coal as he called them by name.
> 
> "Now KA, now PB, now KN and TD,
> On VA, on TF, on NA and TC;
> To the top of the turn, keep away from the wall,
> Now dash away, dig out, and change cogs all!"
> 
> Like Ascari and Fangio fighting a duel,
> They broadslid the driveway and turned on the fuel;
> Up to the garage where they braked to a stop,
> The sleigh full of goodies with Santa on top.
> 
> The sleigh was aluminum - Ghia design;
> In British Racing Green, it really looked fine.
> The badge bar up front stood out clear and bold,
> The collection of badges a sight to behold.
> 
> He was dressed up all in Italian Race Red,
> From the tip of his toes to top of his head;
> A bundle of speed parts he had on his back,
> And he chuckled with glee as he opened his pack.
> 
> His eyes, how they sparkled, like a spinning Rudge wheel,
> His beard was the silver of machine-tooled steel;
> With a little round face and a chubby waist line
> That shook when he laughed like that Bugatti of mine.
> 
> He started his task without saying a word,
> The idling exhausts were all that was heard.
> Wire wheels for Junior, to fit his TD,
> Hood strap and windscreens for Allard and me.
> 
> Some paint for the Bug, marked "French Racing Bleu",
> Castrol, a blower, and dual carbies, too;
> The last thing he left was the best that could be,
> A year's "Road and Track" for the family and me.
> 
> He jumped to the sleigh and gave his commands,
> Then away they all flew like the start at Le Mans,
> And I heard him exclaim as he quickened the pace,
> Merry Christmas to all and to all a good race!
> 
> 
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