Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even the Mouse.

The Jim Beam banners were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Robby soon would be there.



The Bartletts were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of NASCAR races danced in their heads.

Path in her tshirt, and Mouse in his cap

Just settled down for a long winter's nap.



When out on the racetrack there arose such a… Read More