Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the plant,
Moms and dads working, even uncles and aunts.
The camshafts were grinding all over the place,
As someone, somewhere, needed them for a race.
But what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But Santa and sleigh and a sick V8 we did hear
We told him we'd fix it so he could go fast,
To deliver his toys as he's done in the past.
So we hammered and torqued and installed a great cam,
To propel ole Saint Nick to get out of a jam.
He fired it to life and so good it did sound,
He laughed and he jiggled because he's so round.
He jumped in his sleigh, to his Hemi he did whistle,
As now it's as fast as a Tomahawk Missile.
He winked and smiled as he prepared for his flight,
"Merry Christmas to all" he said as he zoomed out of sight.
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