Christmas Convoy
Listen up drivers and I’ll tell you a tale,
about a fat-boy in red and a winter storm as well.
You think you’ve heard everything between crazy and sane,
but hold your piece for a while before you voice your disdain.
It happened Christmas eve while I was deadheading home,
the ice started falling and the road glared like chrome.
Then came a snowfall like I’ve never seen,
and a thick fog descended like it does in a dream.
I guzzled my coffee in maximum doses,
but I still had to pull over to shake off the hypnosis.
I was starting to fret about being stuck on the road,
with no loved ones or dinner, not even a load.
Then all of a sudden to my great surprise,
came a rap on the door by some miniature guys.
And a man in a red suit said
“You may not like me doin’ it,
but in the name of Christmas I’m commandeering this unit”.
I told him your silly, or crazy, or worse,
then I picked up my billy and started to curse.
He laughed when I did this and that struck me quite odd,
but I somehow felt better, about him and his squad.
He passed up a cup as he climbed in on the right,
saying we don’t have the time, to fuss or to fight.
So take a sip from this cup. it’s sort of a tonic,
calm yourself down and set the cruise on super-sonic.
You’re thinking you wouldn’t,
That’s what I’d think myself,
It must’ve been the tonic or that cute lady-elf.
Whatever it was, in my mind I agreed.
I set it on go-fast then added more speed.
And the fat-boy in red keyed up on my mic.
He said calling all units,
you know what I like.
Line-up by twos and we’ll run in a pack,
bring your rigs on up here and take a spot in the back.
On Kenworths,
On Peterbuilts,
On Volvos and Macks,
build a fire in those diesels and build a flame in those stacks.
On freightliners,
On Reo’s, on Marmons, and the rest,
Time’s of the essence so you all do your best.
Don’t sweat the storm for you know I won’t lie,
we’ll catch up to the middle and ride in the eye.
The world is a big place so get in top gear,
And don’t you be whining’,
it’s just once a year.
I suspect that by this time, your interest is peaked,
but it was about this same time that my body went weak.
I just can’t recall too much more than I’ve said,
I passed out from fatigue, to the world I was dead.
I awoke sometime later in the place I’d pulled off,
I knocked on my forehead and started to scoff.
I thought to myself, as I gave me a pinch,
I’ve been around the world and I ain’t moved an inch.
I knew I’d been dreaming when I looked down the road,
and thought where’s the ice, and the fog, and the snow?
I blessed my good luck and I shoved it in gear,
I thought that was as real as flying reindeer.
Then a voice on the C.B. said ‘flying reindeer’!,
How could they haul all those toys plus all of my gear?
Now that raised some goose bumps,
Like a cat raises hackles.
I tuned the radio in; the voice had died to a crackle.
I tuned and I tuned and tuned it in fine.
And heard MERRY CHRISTMAS drivers. I’m 10-99
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Make my Day Punk...
anyway misinterpretations can always be Ironed out...
......................Good Morning, it's 6.30 am here on a Blustery but very mild Morning...
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