Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Mouse.
The Jim Beam banners were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Robby soon would be there.

The Bartletts were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of NASCAR races danced in their heads.
Path in her tshirt, and Mouse in his cap
Just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the racetrack there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our seats to see what was the matter.
Down the frontstretch a car raced with a flash,
just missing Michael Waltrip and the big crash.

As the dust settled you could see the cars on the go
It gave the fans a good look at the objects below.
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But the Jim Beam car, with the finish line near.

With a talented driver, so fearless and quick,
We knew in a moment it must be Robby, our pick.
More rapid than the others, over road courses he came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

Bye Tony, bye Jeff, bye Mark and Jimmie
See ya Carl, see ya Kyle, see ya Dale Jr and Denny
Crossing the finish line first, which led us to exclaim,
It’s Robby Gordon in Victory Lane!