68Barracuda :
’Twas the night before Christmas, the streets dead and slow,
No Chevy was rumblin’, no Ford dared to go.
Then WHAM! came a thunder that rattled the ground—
A ’68 Cuda came sliding around.
Red paint was glowing, chrome blinding the sight,
Burnouts for Rudolph? Yeah… sounded about right.
The top dropped fast, smoke hung in the air,
Out stepped St. Nick with grease in his hair.
“No reindeer this year—those boys were too weak,
I needed more torque and a whole lot more squeak.
I drove every street car, gave ’em a try,
But none pull like Mopar when the RPMs fly!”
He dumped out the goodies—cams, carbs, and more—
Then fired it up and pinned it to the floor.
The tires screamed loud as he banged second gear,
Yelling, “Merry Christmas—and a Mopar New Year!”
2025-12-24 21:20:46