12/22/2023
'Twas the night before Christmas, at Jim's Detail Shop,
The cars were all shining, from bottom to top.
The sponges were hung with precision and care,
In hopes that St. Detailer soon would be there.
The tires were dressed in a glossy delight,
With visions of swirl-free paint, all through the night.
And Jim in his overalls, and I in my cap,
Had just settled in for a post-detailing nap.
When out on the lot, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the buffer to see what was the matter.
Away to the garage, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the doors, prepared for a splash.
The moon on the hood of a freshly waxed car,
Gave the lustre of midday to vehicles afar.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, it must be St. Detail Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name!
"Now, Polish! Now, Rinse! Now, Waxer and Shine!
On, Sponge! On, Buffer! On, Clay Bar, we're on time!
To the top of the roof, to the hood of them all,
Now dash away, dash away, detailers stand tall!"
As bugs on a windshield before wiper blades fly,
When they meet with a detailer, vanish to the sky.
So up to the rooftop, the sleigh it flew,
With a trunk full of products and St. Detail Nick too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand and was turning around,
Down the chimney, St. Detail Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed in car wax, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all polished, no blemish to put.
A bundle of detailing supplies he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pro, ready to attack.
His eyes—how they sparkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like Armor All, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as snow.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his craft,
Detailing the sleigh with meticulous draft.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
He gave a quick nod, and up the chimney, he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a signal,
And away they all flew, like a well-detailed Wrangler.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Detailing to all, and to all a good night!"
