A Very Special Holiday Message
Date: Wednesday, December 23 @ 17:47:47 MST
Topic: DFC Racing

I know it's been a few years since I posted one of these, but this year it seems like I really needed to. No, this one isn't about racing, but it is about the man that got me into racing in the first place, and made damn sure I stuck with it even while he went through the roughest times of his own life. For those of you that have lost somebody that meant the world to you, I figure you'll understand. For the rest of you, I strongly encourage you to make the best of every day you get to spend with your loved ones. I'm very blessed to say that I did just that the past few years. Next racing season will be a little odd for me without that early morning call after race night asking me who won and such, but I figure now he'll get to see the action from a much better view. Merry Christmas to all of you from DFC Racing!

Twas the night before Christmas,
and I was out in the garage.
What's that in the corner?
It must be a mirage.
It was a very familiar face
with a shit eatin' grin.
He said that's enough work son,
it's time to go in.
I stuttered and I stammered,
nearly fell on my butt.
Something told me it was true,
I could feel it in my gut.
Right there in front of me,
was the man I called Pop.
It's been quite a while,
since I've seen him in my shop.
He said he got bored,
hanging out with old friends.
So he came back to visit,
and tie up some loose ends.
I asked what he meant,
what he felt wasn't done.
He said grab us some beers,
and I'll tell you my son.
I said I don't have Yuengling,
I hope Bud Light will do.
The old man just chuckled,
and said oh fook sti kuh.
He twisted one open,
and took a big chug.
Then he walked up to me,
and gave me a big hug.
He said that's just in case you doubted,
the last time I did that.
I pulled up a chair,
and then quickly sat.
So that was you on that final night?
That feeling of comfort in knowing
that you were finally alright?
You must have been the one
that held back all my tears,
chased away all the sadness,
and took away any fears.
I've often suspected
that it was you all along.
Thank you for being there
and keeping me strong.
He said as your gramma was guiding me
towards that big fancy gate,
I wanted to be there for you,
but feared it was too late.
So I wrappped my arms around you,
and held you real tight.
So Merry Christmas son
and to all a good night!

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