Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the trails, Every Toyota was stranded, Their progress like snails.They had no shovels, No rope and no winch,No CB, no cell-phone, To get out of their pinch.When out from a mud pit, There arose such a clatter; All the 'wheelers came running To see what was the matter. I saw some poor Toyota All covered in crud; He had blown his motor trying to get free of the mud. As he stood there I noticed His glowing red face, And I knew in an instant He wanted out of this place. I glanced at his roof, It was all I could see; He pleaded for help from my winch and from me. So I sprang to the front Of my trusty old toy, Spooled out the winch cable, Said "Hook 'er up, boy!" He went for a swim In the watery hell, and I laughed as he turned brown, And started to smell. He hooked up the cable to his buried front hook, I put a coat on the line Like it says in the book. I winched him out quickly, A very fast session;And I charged him a C-note, To teach him a lesson. I then drove my Jeep through the same mud and same muck; No problem for me, 'Cause I had a REAL truck! I wound down my window as I drove out of sight, And smugly yelled…Next time; Stay home Christmas night!