‘Twas Four Nights Before Christmas

'Twas four nights before Christmas, when all through the shop
not a soul was stirring, except for the janitor and his mop
Team Target’s stockings were hung by the chassis room with care,
in hopes that St. Chip soon would be there

The pit crews were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of checkered flags danced in their heads
The Team Target drivers dreamt of taking victory laps
As they settled down for their long winter's naps

When out near the wing assembly room there arose such a clatter,
The team sprang from their beds to see what was the matter
The crew ran to the storage bay with Mike Hull leading the pack
They moved quickly and carefully, as they do at the track

As their sleepy eyes adjusted to the fluorescent light’s glow
Andy Graves pushed others aside to get a view of the show,
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
but Toyota-Lolas and a Dodge Intrepid, making their season premiere

The cars’ handsome, young driver, so lively and hip,
They knew in a moment it must be St. Chip
More rapid than a pit stop, the crew members came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name

"Now Doug! Now Tony!
Now, Julian and Rob!
On, Dave! On, Ricky
On, Bill and on Bob!
To the top of the transporter!
To the top of the wall!
Now go win some races!
Go win them all!"

He sprang to his scooter, then with a turn of his key,
Away went St. Chip, despite the team members’ plea
But I heard him exclaim, as he raced out of sight,
"Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!"

Happy Holidays from Target Chip Ganassi Racing!