I like this version from
http://www.iowastockcars.com/IowaSto...aStockcars.htm WAY better.
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the land
Not a race track was open, only snow filled the stands.
The pit shacks were shut down, front gates were secured
And over the PA systems, not one word was heard.
The flagstands were empty, there were no shouts or cheers
And no kids begged their parents for Lil Racer Car Club souvenirs
PRI had just ended, Chili Bowl was two weeks away
No races were scheduled to run Christmas Day.
RVs and campers were winterized and parked
Musco lighting was turned off, scoring towers were dark.
And everywhere race fans were snug in their beds
While visions of close finishes danced in their heads.
But somewhere in Iowa, way north of town
If you listened real close, you could just hear the sound
Of an engine, a flying fast Ford at that
Behind the wheel was a driver in a "RACIN" ball cap.
He was pushed by a truck, its driver in red
With a long white beard and furry cap on his head
They moved through the infield, past the empty food stand
Their only witness, a reindeer, with stopwatch at hand.
They rolled out of the pits and down the front straight
Then the engine, it caught, and the car pulled away
Past the bleachers it rumbled, the racecar so light
Broadsliding 'round turns on that cold winter night.
Just off the cushion, the driver he flew
Gaining speed as he rounded the corner in turn two.
He zipped down the backstretch, no fenders, no wings
Because this driver have no need for such things.
As he circled the track, he laughed in delight
Engine roaring as dirt clods flew into the night,
Many ciruits he made in the snow and the cold
The speed and the skill were a sight to behold.
All too soon, in the east, shown the first light of sun
And alas, it was time to end all the fun.
He was heard to exclaim as he climbed from the car...
*** "Merry Christmas all race fans, wherever you are " ***