I wrote a little poem the other day that quickly got buried in the "politically incorrect x-mas thread ...
Here it is again this Christmas eve ... in case you missed it ...
Twas the night before Christmas as I looked over the hill,
not one Jeep was stirring - every one of them still.
Their masters were feasting and glowing with mirth,
dreaming of of upgrades - wondering what they were worth.
The idle machines were shinning and happy,
hopeing their new parts would be cool - not crappy.
Most Jeepchicks had plotted, bought parts and were smug,
but some felt bad - had no hard present - just a hug.
The off-road guys are cool - not giving it a thought,
the sly grins knowing of that secret part they had bought.
Soon day will break - time to rev up and rock,
perhaps delivering a treat for grandma's Christmas sock.
Motors will purr - on every grill there's a grin,
our machines are just waiting for more adventure to begin.
Jesus has told us of the promise He'll keep,
we know He'll deliver because He drives a Jeep!
Happy Holidays to all aboard!