Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop

The Team Forsythe crew was working nonstop.

Ford-Cosworths were hung on engine stands with care

In hopes checkered flags soon would be there.

The Bridgestones were nestled all snug in their racks

Ready for an all-out '07 attack.

Mechanics with their tools, engineers by their screens

Had just settled in to tweak their machines.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprung from my desk to see what was the matter.

When what with my eyes should I see from afar

But a sleek Panoz DP01 Champ Car!

With curves and wings and angles so slick

I knew in a moment it would be very quick.

Then, in a twinkling, I heard out in the back

A sliding bay door open up with a crack.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Out the doors came the Forsythe crew with a bound.

They were all dressed in overalls, pressed with a crease

But not even tarnished in oil or grease.

They went to the car and caressed it with care;

Could a Vanderbilt Cup be hiding in there?

The crew -- how they grinned!  Their smiles oh so merry;

The new car is magic - thanks Kevin, Paul and Jerry!

They spoke not a word but went straight to their work,

Rolled the car up the ramp - then one turned with a jerk,

And laying a finger on top of a switch,

The door down started down with nary a hitch.

He sprang through the door but then turned as he went,

And looked back at me, his eyes with a glint.

I heard him exclaim, as he went out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"