It’s that time again...
A Geezer Christmas Story
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through
Pepper’s house
Not a geezer was stirring, not even a
Duce;
The stockings were hung by the Play Station with care,
In hopes that
St. Geezer1791 soon would be there;
The geezers were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of
beating Lewis Hamilton raced in their heads;
And
Oldboy in his racing pajamas, and
Gary in his livery,
Had just settled our tachometers for a long winter's pit stop,
When out on the race track there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my pit to see what was the matter.
Away to the windshield I flew like a flash,
Tore down the race track and tried not to crash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a bright red 919 Hybrid and thirteen maxed-out Skylines,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be
St. Geezer.
More rapid than Geezers his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now,
Cory!, now
Cheeves!, now
Rudy!, now Mots!, now Al! and
StirlingMoose!
On
Luiz!, on
J.R.!, on Calveron!, on
Reda!, on
Nordschleife!, on Oldgoat! and
Digtater!
To the top of the straightaway! to the top of the pit wall!
Now race away! race away! race away all!"
As leaves before the wild starting grid fly,
When they meet with a backmarker, mount to the sky;
So up to
Pepper’s house the Skylines they flew
With the 919 Hybrid full of PS4's, and
St. Geezer too—
And then, in a screeching, I heard on the track
The slipping and sliding of each racing slick.
As I raised my visor, and was turning around,
Down the pit lane
St. Geezer came with a bound.
He was dressed all in Nomex, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with oil spray and tire soot;
A bundle of racing steering wheel sets he had flung on his back,
To the delight of geezers waiting at the track.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the nomex stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the pit chimney he rose;
He sprang to his 919 Hybrid, to his Skylines gave the command,
And away they all flew like the wind.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he raced out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all Geezers, and to all a good night!”
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to Geezers (and friends) one and all!!
and hot cocoa
