Twas' the night before Christmas at Classic Showcase

Twas' the night before Christmas, and all through our shop
Impatient mechanics glanced at the clock,
As they hurried amongst classics, franticly mopping.
So they could go to Best Buy for some last minute shopping.

Wrenches were nestled all snug in draws,
while well-planted carpets hid oil on the floor.
And memos, and faxes and invoices were crunched;
amidst the piles of carne asada we’d lunched.

When out in the garage there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the back gate I ran like a shot,
Tore open the door, and undid up the lock.

And, what to my wondering eyes should a-gog,
but a befuddled technician with too much eggnog.

And our upholsterer sat doubled over with laughter,

At the sight of his coveralls stuck on a ladder.

With curses abounding, so European and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Derick.
The staff ran to see, our giggling faces aflame,
to the dismay of the boss who called us by name:

"Now Felipe! Now Javier!
Now, David and Ghio!
On, Padro! On, Derick!
On, Rene and Deano!
Back to work! Back to work!

You’re causing a fuss.

Now finish those cars!
Or you’ll get no Christmas Bonus!

We all sprang to action, the shop in a flurry,
to assemble the red E-Type Coupe in a hurry.
And Debbie made reports of the year’s sales,

While Brook scurried about taking out the mail.

So from here at Classic Showcase, may all things be right;
Merry Christmas to all, and to all an E-Type