awegweiser
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> T’was the night before Christmas
> and all through the Domain
> not a Coupe was a'stirrin'
> due to snow, sleet and rain.
>
> Yes, the Coupes were all tucked
> in garages with care
> in the hope that new parts
> soon would be there.
>
> Now Carl, BeePee, Coupeguy and Ben
> had stocks of spare parts awaiting us all.
> Our hope was that Santa
> would bring us this stock,
> so that we would not go deeper
> and deeper in hock.
>
> Art sat in his farmhouse
> on his snowy estate
> with piles of big cookies
> arranged on his plate,
> composing sweet messages
> to a friend from afar
> wishing that together
> they could be driving their car.
>
> Due to static and clutter,
> unable to get through,
> Art said to himself,
> "oh what shall I do?"
> Sipping his Scotch from a cut crystal glass,
> he mailed this to the junkies:
> "Play nicely all you flunkies,
> or I'll unplug your ass!"
>
> Fearful of rust and coal dust in their coup-ees,
> apologies came forth from the assembled groupies.
> Out of respect for the Editor,
> and not wanting his wrath
> the knaves all wrote back
> "Forgive us, your Coupeness,
> we'll not stray from the path!"
>
> With order restored
> to the kingdom so swift...
> perhaps all can look forward
> to receiving a gift!
> What would I wish for,
> if I had been good?
> Perhaps a new tranny
> or a grill for my hood.
>
> There's a lot to wish for
> when you own a coupe;
> door panels, clocks or a wiring loop.
> Tool kits and carpets and Webers galore,
> and that's just the beginning,
> I know there is more!
>
> We'll have to wait till Summer
> to open the door,
> get out of the house and play
> with our coupes some more!
> In the mean time,
> with order restored to the Hall
> We simply want to say
> Happy Christmas,
> Merry Chanukah,
> Joyous Kwanzaa, to All!
> and all through the Domain
> not a Coupe was a'stirrin'
> due to snow, sleet and rain.
>
> Yes, the Coupes were all tucked
> in garages with care
> in the hope that new parts
> soon would be there.
>
> Now Carl, BeePee, Coupeguy and Ben
> had stocks of spare parts awaiting us all.
> Our hope was that Santa
> would bring us this stock,
> so that we would not go deeper
> and deeper in hock.
>
> Art sat in his farmhouse
> on his snowy estate
> with piles of big cookies
> arranged on his plate,
> composing sweet messages
> to a friend from afar
> wishing that together
> they could be driving their car.
>
> Due to static and clutter,
> unable to get through,
> Art said to himself,
> "oh what shall I do?"
> Sipping his Scotch from a cut crystal glass,
> he mailed this to the junkies:
> "Play nicely all you flunkies,
> or I'll unplug your ass!"
>
> Fearful of rust and coal dust in their coup-ees,
> apologies came forth from the assembled groupies.
> Out of respect for the Editor,
> and not wanting his wrath
> the knaves all wrote back
> "Forgive us, your Coupeness,
> we'll not stray from the path!"
>
> With order restored
> to the kingdom so swift...
> perhaps all can look forward
> to receiving a gift!
> What would I wish for,
> if I had been good?
> Perhaps a new tranny
> or a grill for my hood.
>
> There's a lot to wish for
> when you own a coupe;
> door panels, clocks or a wiring loop.
> Tool kits and carpets and Webers galore,
> and that's just the beginning,
> I know there is more!
>
> We'll have to wait till Summer
> to open the door,
> get out of the house and play
> with our coupes some more!
> In the mean time,
> with order restored to the Hall
> We simply want to say
> Happy Christmas,
> Merry Chanukah,
> Joyous Kwanzaa, to All!
