The Second AnnualCorvette Enthusiast’s Night Before Christmas 2013
By Rick Tavel © December 1, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Twas the night before Christmas, the garage was prepared
The tools put away and a space had been cleared
For the Stingray I hoped Santa’d bring me this year.
All cleaned, waxed, protected, for the whole winter season.
Out of the weather and put safely away
Dreamin’ of sunshine and warm summer days.
I sprang from my bed in a fit of emotion.
Worried about thieves, the garage was unlocked
I searched for my colt making sure it was cocked.
To catch the intruder before he was gone.
What I saw in the spotlight was a sight to behold
A customized sleigh painted Riverside gold.
Led by tiny Corvettes one from each generation.
Duntov was driving, Harley Earl rode shotgun
Shouting commands to Corvette’s favorite sons.
That darted in front of him, faster than jets.
Driving the Vettes were engineers and designers
Who built America’s sports car there were none any finer.
Shinoda, Peters and Mitchell completed the crew.
Performance and styling, both praised and extolled
Each gave the Corvette a part of his soul.
At incredible speeds, an astonishing sight.
Engineers and designers driving one of the seven
Generations that pulled Harley’s sleigh through the heavens.
And with navigation they could hardly get lost.
The large sleigh was packed with all things Corvette
From new logo shirts to embroidered mat sets.
Mugs, wallets, hats and even handbags.
The logo was etched on mugs for the bar.
There were books on the history of America’s sports car
His biggest delivery must still be completed.
Zora parked the contraption by my garage door
I thought I’d pass out right there on the floor.
To his esteemed helpers just like it was planned.
They got out of their Vettes then walked to the back
And lifted a huge box out of Harley’s large sack.
Lifted the door Zora called out to Tadge.
“Look at each one of the six generations
Each in its time caused quite a sensation.
And like each of the others will become simply the best.
Each generation has raised the bar
Keeping the Vette the number one car.
Among the six others, they’re all so revered.
A Stingray in white, a red leather interior
The consummate Corvette, none more superior.
We’ve gifts to deliver so let’s disappear.”
Each of the helpers ran back to their cars
Started their engines and took off for the stars.
Seven generations of Vettes leading the way.
I heard Harley exclaim when their task was all done
If you like the C7 you’ll love ZR1.
Have a great Holiday!