Twas the Night before Christmas, and all through the Barn,
All the gearhead were stirring, all told was the Yarn
The clock would tock and follow with a Tick,
The Monitor was glowing , PCCA stuff from Dick..
The wrenches were hung on the Tool chest with care,
Not a one was missing, no one would take the dare..
When all of a sudden , there rose such a clatter,
Annie had dropped a tray, there was beer in the Batter
The looks from the folks attending the event,
Were tough on the eyes, and the Smiles kinda bent
Then into the Room , came a sense of huge dread,
Clyde brought more kegs, and a container of tough bread
All settled when the dippin sauce came,
The flavor was magical, and not even a bit lame
So think as the season, descends on your Brain,
It brings on the goodness, like a faster freight train!
Pintosopher, Roasted on an open fire, basted in the best sauce
12-02-2017