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Richard Jemison
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Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore and Dr. Suess

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all around the track
Not an engine was running, not even a crack;
The racecars stored in their trailers with care,
In hopes that good weather soon would be there;
The drivers were all toasting at the local bars,
While bragging of victories in their fine cars;
And mamma in her gown, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the track there arose such a roar,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the score.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.
The moon on the roof of the timing tower,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the late hour,
When, what to my wondering eyes should discover,
But a purple Reynard, with a very strong Quicksilver,
With a little old driver, so lucky a dog,
I knew in a moment it must be Purple Frog.
He rallied his old friends as he came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, MINOR! now, ALLEAR! now, DEFER and DIXON I see!
To the front of the grid! Get off of the wall!
Let’s go racing! Let’s go racing you all!"
I could see Wright, Johnson, Moran, and LaRue,
and maybe two dozen other drivers I knew,
So up to INDY the Continental drivers they flew,
With the cars very ready, and high expectations too.
And then, in a twinkling, something I remember,
The news of the INDY race to be this very September.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Onto pit lane Purple Frog came with a bound.
He was dressed all in purple, from his head to his foot,
And his purple helmet was all shiny to boot;
An Apexspeed decal on the top of his laptop PC,
A website he obviously wanted all racers to see.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the hair on his head was as white as new snow;
The weight of his laptop he held with a grin,
The new article for Thursday he had yet to begin;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And typed out an article; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger on a key near the end,
And giving a nod, and a laugh, he hit send;
He sprang to his car, to his team he quickly spoke,
And away he drove in a cloud of blue tire smoke.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
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