HO HO HIGHLIGHTS FROM CHRISTMAS PARTY

Over thirty club members and spouses attended the annual Christmas party Sunday (Dec. 4) at BG Boltons highlighted by our traditional (dirty Santa) Christmas gift exchange. We received fantastic service from the waitress who actually opened one of the gifts and then proceeded to trade (a restaurant gift certificate) for Dallas K's "Rockin' Frosty" (see second pic below). There were many very nice gifts this year and the club even received a letter from the North Pole about one of our members (Bill P) and his experience with Santa that was read to all.
Here Chris L does his best "Vanna" with his trophy-

And here's Dallas with "Rockin' Frosty"-

And some of the group enjoying the day...someone is getting awfully "comfy" with their gift in the background

Click the link below to see the letter about a members encounter with Santa and to see more pictures from the event.

'Twas the night before Christmas
And in the garage.
There wasn't a trace of an Audi or Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd go mess with my Corvette for a bit.

I popped the release and I lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "Looks pretty good."
Well as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there by my workbench, stood good Ol' Saint Nick!

He just stared at first, not sure what to say,
Then Santa piped in "Don't suppose you'd trade that for my sleigh?'
"Forget it, Mr. Claus" then I started to grin -
"If you've got time we could go for a spin!"

His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Burst into a smile when he said "C'mon then, Let's GO!!"
So as not to disturb all my neighbours' retreat,
We pushed my old Sting Ray quietly onto the street.

Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I turned on the key, then let the clutch spill.
The sound erupted and took Santa by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.

With cold tires spinning and header pipes aglow,
We headed on out to roads hot rodders go.
And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every shift up as I went through the gears.

Then he yelled "Can't recall when I've felt so alive!"
So I backed off the gas and said "Do you wanna drive?"
Ol' Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
As he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!

Then the big block exploded with side exhaust sound!
Santa let out the clutch as the tires tore up the ground.
Power shift into second, again into third!
I grabbed for the handle, at loss for a word.

With the tank reaching empty, Santa returned to his sleigh,
Never to forget that ride in my '65 Sting Ray
Later, I heard him exclaim, as he blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas, good Bill P,
it's been a heck of a night!!!"