Twas the night before Christmas

OK so iam bored



Twas the night Christmas when all through the house
not a MOD was stirring not even a member
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in the hopes that THE MASTER soon would be there


The children were all snug in their beds
while visions of TACOMAS 4wheeling danced in their heads
And Mama (Chris4x4s wife) in her kerchief and i in my (chris4x4)
in my cap
had just settled down for a long winters nap


When out on the roof there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed (trap over molly) to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
tore open the shutter and threw up the sash

The moon on the new Paint of my Tacoma gave a lustre of midday to
objects below when that to my wondering eyes should appear
but a new TACOMA and eight tiny reindeer


With a little old driver so lively quick
I know in a moment it must be THE MASTER
More rapid than eagles his courses they came
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name


now ND now hottamale
now mjp2 now Janster
now tacomaman06 now eordonez
now missileman125 now Charli
to the top of the porch to the top of the wall
Now dash away dash away all

As the dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky so up to the house top the courses they flew with the sleigh full of toys for our trucks
AND THE MASTER too

And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little Bridgestone A/T REVO
As i drew in my head and was turning around
down the chimney THE MASTER came with a bound

He was dressed all in fur from hes head to hes foot
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
a bundle of toys he flung on his back
and he looked like a toyota salesman just opening his pack

His eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merry
his cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherry
LIKE HE HAD TOO MANY his little mouth was drawn up
like a bow and the beard on his chin was as
White as the PAINT ON BEEFTACOs truck
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth
he had a broad face and a little round belly
that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly
(side note hope hes laughing now)

He was a chubby and plump a right old elf
and i laughed when i saw him in spite of myself
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know i had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
and fulled all the stocking with toys for our trucks
Then turned with a jerk and laying hes finger aside
hes nose and giving a nod up the chimney he rose

He sprang to his Tacoma to his team gave a whistle
and away they all flew like a Tacoma with a supercharger
BUT i heard exclaim ere he drove out of sight

Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night

I said i was bored if its too long delete it

 

awesome man!!!!

 

Haha, good stuff.

 

thanks i was so bored tonight the wife is out with her gfs and iam
home by myself not a good thing

 

Same thing happened to me a while back, I wrote this one 5 years ago and posted it to a 4Runner forum I belong to.




Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house,
Not a 4Runner owner was sleeping
Not even “Shanekrause”,

The stockings were hung
From the workbench with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas
Soon would be there.

The 4Runners were nestled
All snug in their sheds,
While visions of superchargers
Danced in their aluminum 4 cam heads.

And Mamma in her nighty
And me feeling like crap,
Had just settled down
For a good old nightcap.

When out on the lawn
There arose such a clatter,
I looked up from my Performance Products catalog
To see what was the matter.

I ran to the window
And pulled up the shade,
But all I could see were
Tracks a vehicle made.

The light from the Hella’s
Cast an image on the trees,
I saw the shadow of a man
‘bout as tall as my knees.

When what to my twinkling eyes did appear
But Mr. Toyoda in his 4Runner,
Equipped with Detroit Lockers
Sportin’ Goodrich M/T’s and 4:88 gears.

He maneuvered his rig
Through my landscape with ease,
I was hoping and praying
He would toss me the keys.

It had lights, it had flares
And a Yakima on top,
It had an ARB Bull Bar
Boy, could this guy shop.

He whistled and shouted
And called parts out by name,
Most of which I had
Installed much the same.


Now Downey, now Detroit
Now Hella, now Timken,
On Borla, on Bilstein
I know what your thinkin’.

He spooled out the cable
From his 9500 Warn winch,
Which made his descent
Of the chimney a cinch.

He was dressed in all leather
And a scarf darned his throat,
Sparks started flying,
As he pulled mods from his tote.

He was shorter than most
And had the heart of a wheeler,
Most of his loot
Had come straight from the dealer.

He had the end of a Mag-Lite
Stuffed in his mouth,
As he piled all the goodies
From the tree to the couch.

He said not a word as
He continued his drop,
But as quick as it started
It came to a stop.

He walked to the chimney
And grabbed his remote,
Then hooked the winch cable
To the back of his coat.

Then he lept from my rooftop
In the dark of the night,
Jumped in his Runner
And threw the switch to the lights.

As he put it in gear
And locked up the diffs,
I saw nothing but taillights
As he drove through snowdrifts.

But I heard him exclaim
As he drove out of sight,
HAPPY 4RUNNERING to all
And MERRY CHRISTMAS “Big_FLYT”.

Marc M

 

thats kickass man!!

 

lmao thats good

 

Mad reo!!

 

Marry Christmas BoB MODS and Friends