12/13/2018
T’was the Night Before Conversions
'Twas the night before conversions, when all through the shop
Not a creature was stirring, not even a dog;
The tanks were stacked by the bay with care, in hopes that Taylor soon would be there;
The crew was nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of teck-crap danced in their heads;
And Miss Penny in her apron, and I in my cap, had just settled down for a winter's nightcap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like a flash, tore open the door and let out a gasp.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to the sight below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a truck hauler, and eight more conversions were here,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
He jumped out so quick and gave a big yell, I am looking for Wolff, as he ran a big bell!
And he whistled, and shouted, and called out again, Wolff Specialties!! Did you hear!?
"I have your, 3.7! your 5.0! and a few of your 6 point 0’s. and let’s not forget these 6 point 2’s!
On board, up top, we have the big ones to! and Let us not forget we have V10’s too!
To the top of the hauler! To the bottom deck too! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As fast as we could we unloaded that truck, not a nary a scratch, not nary a bump.
When they met in the morning the real work began, shop full of trucks, they really needed a hand.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard the phone ring, it was ICOM calling to send in a team.
The prancing and pawing of each little boot, it’s boys from Michigan, Oh man what a hoot.
As I threw out my hand, and was turning around, it was Albert and Albie to join our crowd.
They were dressed all in blue, from head to foot and they were happy and jolly to boot.
A bundle of tools they had flung on their back, they all looked like peddlers just opening their packs.
Their eyes -- how they twinkled! their smiles how merry! The laughter was great but there was no time to tarry.
It’s time to get busy, it’s time to set up, we’ve got lots to do with all of these trucks.
With County and Cities and State ones too, the ICOM equipment really really flew.
The tanks were all in and all underneath, they even tied one with a bow—it looked like a wreath.
The under-hood stuff went in like a breeze, and they fired right up, just as you please.
The stickers went on, the pops on the dash, the last little computer made its last flash.
They shook, rattled and rolled down the road they all went, they all passed their test drive,
money well spent.
Alternative fuels is their bang for their buck, and with Wolff in their back yard, oh what good luck.
Albert was smiling, 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 continued to pack, on the table there stood a huge cookie stack.
So, the boy’s filled their bags with cookies galore, and all they could say, “is there anymore”?
The Wolff Pack stood together, and we all said goodbye, we finished the job and had good time...
Another fleet was on the road, and cleaner air was achieved, all municipalities soon to be pleased.
They sprang to their cab, our team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But we heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND AN ALT-FUEL GOOD-NIGHT!
