Twas the night

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the garage
Old vehicles were resting some small, and some large
And nearby were fuses and wrenches and rings
In hope that repairs would be finished by spring
The engines were silent just taking a nap
With visions of seeing 5 grand on the tach
The battery tenders were doing their job
The keys were all motionless next to key fobs
The fluids were clean and the oil had been changed
To wait for the salt to be cleansed by spring rains
With centerstands down and with wheels that were chocked
It was clear that for winter the stable was locked
While viewing todo lists and wondering when
I vowed to do better in two thousand ten