Twas the night before Christmas, and on all the roads,
Truckers headed home, having emptied their loads.
Headed east from Atlanta, with the hammer down,
To play Santa for my Baby, back in J-Town.
There was Dickie in a Freightliner, Gary a Mack,
Two Centurys, then a Pete, with a tanker out back.
And Terry with his log truck and me in my Pete,
We were in the middle, we had the best seat.
When under the hood there arose such a clatter,
I hit the shoulder to see what was the matter.
Out the door I was gone in a flash,
Throw open the hood, find out what I'd trashed.
The smoke, the oil, it was all such a mess
I couldn't figure it out, I tried my best.
When headed west but what did appear,
A mobile service truck, amber lights flashing clear.
The young man driving was slender and quick,
My prayers have been answered, he could've been St. Nick.
The truck turned in the median and back he came,
Hollered at his helpers calling each one by name.
"Ray, and Dillon, and Donnie too,
This truck is trashed, this driver is screwed.
To the back of our truck, let's get our tools,
A computer, some gloves, and a turbo too."
Then in a twinkling, they were under the hood.
Wrenches flying, man are they good.
As I shook my head and was turning around,
He jumped from the truck, landing with a bound.
He was dressed in a uniform from his head to his feet,
It was covered in dirt, oil, water and grease,
A box full of tools he had in his hand,
The look on his face, one determined young man.
His eyes looked right through me, as by me he ran,
And fired up a generator in back of the van.
He returned with more tools and a box filled with parts.
I don't care what it costs, as long as this baby starts.
A harness full of wires he held tight in his teeth,
As he stripped each end from under it's sheath.
He had a smile on his face as they laughed, joked and talked,
Me, I was nervous, up and down the shoulder I walked.
He was slender and fit, along with his crew,
Each seemed gifted, they knew what to do.
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head
soon gave me to know i had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word as they finished their work,
He climbed in the truck and hit the key, it started with a jerk.
He gave his workers each a high five,
As he revved the engine, then from the truck he climbed.
He jumped in his van along with his crew,
I asked about the bill, what do I do?
But he yelled from the window as he drove out of sight
Merry Christmas to You and to All a Good Night
By: Tony D Taylor
