TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

'Twas the night before Christmas, And not until Spring
Would a motor be running, not even a Wing.
The bikes are all sleeping, they're covered and warm, Batteries
are tended, nylon covers their form.
My Bros were all nestled down snug in their beds,
While visions of new chrome danced in their heads.
And I in my do-rag, bike jacket and boots
Out shoveling snow, and dreaming of scoots.
Then from the horizon there came such a clatter

My shovel I dropped, what could be the matter?
Away up the hill, I slogged through the snow
Looked up at the sky; where'd all that noise go?
Then a throb from the heavens, like straight pipes so hearty
Gave Summers' good thoughts, a loud bikers' party.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a Hog Ultra Classic, Red trailer in rear!
With a little old rider, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than a V-Rod his Ultra came on,
And he whistled, and shouted, and sang out this song;
"Now, Springer! Now, Dyna! On Ultra and Softail!
Now Vulcan! Now *****! On Vict'ry and Triumph!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now RIDE away! RIDE away! RIDE away all!"
As small bikes that from the semis do fly,
When they meet with the air blast, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top that Ultra it flew
With a trailer of goodies, and ole' St. Nick too
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The rumble and thunder of pipes that gave proof.
I ran in the house, boots thumping around,
And in came St. Nick all bearded and round
Dressed all in black leather, from do-rag to boot
His chaps were all tarnished with road grime and soot;

A T-bag of goodies he'd flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack
His shades -- how they twinkled! his do-rag how scary!
With chains intertwined, through skulls that were cherry!
His droll little mouth had done many a row,
So the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
The smoke had a strange smell; it gave him relief.
He had a broad face and a large fat beer belly
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly
He was tattooed and plump, a right jolly old rider,
So I offered a cold brew, thought what could be righter?

A wink of his eye as he downed that cold beer,
Gave me to know I had nothing to fear
He spoke not a word, but went straight to my ride
And fixed it with Chrome, Horsepower and Pride
And giving the peace sign with bikers' good cheer
Strode off to his Ultra rumbling near
He sprang on the saddle, his gloves on the bars
A wheelie he threw; then off towards the stars
I heard him exclaim, as my chest swelled with pride

"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD RIDE!"

 

LOL, that's great. Where is that from?? I found this one....




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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all round the pad,
there was nada happenin', and that's nowhere, Dad.
The stove was dressed out in that stocking routine,
In hopes that the Fat Boy would soon make the scene.

With our bellies all stuffed full of tacos and beer,
Me and the bride hit the couch for some cheer.
When out in the yard there arose such a racket,
I ran for the door pulling on my old jacket.

I saw this old geezer on a '57 Pan,
Wearin' boots and black leather, a real biker man.
His eyes how they twinkled under eyebrows so thick,
I knew right away that this dude was Saint Nick.

"'Scuse me, Brother," his voice how it rumbled down low,
"Have you got some spare wrenches? My scooter won't go."
"I was flyin' along when she started to get hot,
Then she sputtered and coughed, and died on the spot."

That bike was all covered with stuffed leather bags
holding brightly wrapped presents with ribbons and tags.
Saint Nick he was frantic, his face wore a frown.
"The children are waiting. I can't let them down."

I said, "Wheel it in, Man! We'll get that Pan tickin'
"We've got leftover tacos, if you don't mind chicken."
"If we can't get it running in an hour or so,
You can borrow MY bike -- just load it and go."

So we pushed it on in and unhitched the load,
I could fix what was busted and he'd be back on the road.
As I puzzled and muttered over that righteous ride,
He scuffed on the doormat and went on inside.

He was back in a flash, tacos piled on a plate
And a glass of skim milk that he sipped as he ate.
"It started to clatter," he said ‘round a bite,
"It started to miss, then just quit outright"

"It's just been rebuilt from the frame up this year,
But I guess it's a good thing that I broke down here.
From the looks of the sleds that're lined up out back,
You're a man with the skill to put me back on track."

"You're good to go now," I said, wiping my hands,
"It was a quick fix, you can get on with your plans.
"A plug wire got snagged and pulled off, don't you see,
So when you get on, be careful where you put your knee."

We put the bags on and he zipped up his jacket,
Then he kicked it to life with rumble - not racket.
He settled his cap and said, "Say, would you mind --
If I road-test this pig to make sure that she's fine?'

Flames shot from the pipes as he sped down the street,
Then back by he came and that bike sounded sweet.
He pulled up the bars on that Pan hung with sacks,
And that bike hit the roof like it was running on tracks.

I couldn't help staring as he shifted the tranny,
But I had to go in -- I was freezing my fanny.
When down through the chimney he fell with a crash,
And out of the woodstove he came dragging his stash.

With a twinkling eye, he passed out the loot,
A new jacket for her and some parts for my scoot.
He patted her cheek and then shook my hand,
Spun on his heel and up the stovepipe he ran.

From up on the roof came a great peal of thunder,
As that mighty V-twin tore the silence asunder.
As he roared into the night, he waved and he cried,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good ride."

 

Here's a little Christmas video full of bikers . It'll take a while to load if you are on dial up, but I'm sure you (or your kids!) will enjoy it !

http://www.month2month.com/resources/swf/Rockin%20Santa%20Final.swf

 

Great Post, now I cannot wait for Christmas.

 

Love it , thanks for sharing