Christmas poem

I found this on a car forum I visit and changed a few things around to reference a Mustang where the original was a Corvette. Some of it also didn't make sense so I changed some phrases to make more sense.

Twas the night before Christmas, and in the garage
There wasn't a trace of Chevy or Dodge
The presents were wrapped, the lights were lit
So I figured I'd play with the Stang for a bit

I popped the release and lifted the hood
When a deep voice behind me said "looks pretty good"
As you could imagine I turned mighty quick
It wasn't a Glidden, it was jolly St. Nick

We stood there a bit, not sure what to say
When suddenly he said, "would you trade for a sleigh?"
I looked in his eyes and said with grin
"No way Santa, but we could go for a spin"

His round little mouth, eyes all a glow
Turned with a smile and said "Great, let's go!"
So not to disturb the neighbors all a sleep
We pushed the Stang out into the street

Then taking our places to drift down the hill
I turned on the key and let the gas spill
The sound from the mufflers took him by surprise
But he liked it a lot by the look in his eyes

The big tires screeching, the headers aglow
We burned rubber out to where hot rodders go
Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears
The tach went up while I rowed through the gears

Then he looked at me yelling "I feel so alive"
So I backed off the gas, "Hey Santa, wanna drive?"
Santa was stunned as I gave him the keys
As he was strapping in was shaking at the knees

The big block exploded, with no exhaust sound
The ground was trembling for miles around
As Santa sat jolly, holly complete
Those big giant slicks ripped up the street

He wound up the mill, high and tight
I stood there watching, what a beautiful sight
I heard him exclaim as he started to fade
"Merry Christmas to all, I made a hell of a trade!"