‘Twas the night before NASCAR 2011 in the Barnthouse house
Not a creature was racing, not even a mouse
Matt was fast asleep with dreams of Daytona racing in his head
Smirking in his dreams, tucked in his bed
Then all of a sudden, engine noise roared
The commish of NASCAR was at the door
He had 8 gleaming cars pulling his sleigh
Yelling, “NASCAR for everybody on this glorious day!”
A copy for the XBox 360 layed on Matt’s bed
A day of races happened to be ahead
As the Commish left for more games to give
He had to yell at his cars to leave and let Matt live
“On Earnhardt, On Gordon, On Petty for our flight”
“Start your engines, and have a good night!”