Twas The Night Before The First Winter’s Storm…when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a snow-covered garden mouse…

The Bike Beings were hung in the garage with care
in a priority that even our cars do not dare…

Outside, our Element was nestled all snug in her bed,
with wipers upturned for a snowfall i would not dread.

And our snowshoes on their hangers, and i with a brew in my lap,
Had just settled my vision for a long winter’s snowcap…

When there in my garage arose such a matter,
spilling my brew attending to a bike with tires the fatter…
i threw off the old knobbies in a flash,
replacing them with studded ones (as if i was Johnny Cash)…

I then gazed at my re-furbished sleigh, and gave a bit of a whistle,
inward my Spirit flew with the force of a missile…
And out on my lawn, ‘ere I rode my bike out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and let’s have a snow of majestic might!”

– with 10,000 x 10,000 bows of apologies to Clement Clarke Moore (1779 – 1863)

One Response to “Twas The Night Before The First Winter’s Storm…”

  1. Leferisen John says:

    let’s see…..
    7 war-ponies total?

    love it

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