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12-16-06, 06:39 AM
T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the line
The bikers were all thinking, “I can’t hold it this time”
With “Popeye” out leading, his legs turning fast
I knew in my heart at this pace I can’t last
When up at the front there was some big commotion
It seemed like a train, with lots of locomotion
Popeye slowed down, and we all almost crashed
When we saw what was in there-a great big old stash
New bikes by the dozen, Treks, Quintana-Roo
To get one of those, what do we need to do?
And that’s when we saw him; he looked slightly pale
The look on his face, His reindeer had failed
Delivery would not be made on this night
His deer had abandoned him, scared off in fright
So now he was trying to find what to do
With a sled full of toys, and new tri stuff too
A wetsuit for “Chappy”, new shoes for Fred
New ears for the Penguin, and for Faith a big sled
New bike for “Yak”, and for “Candyman” too-
And for all of the children, Chuck even for you!
So as we were looking at the sled full of loot
We said in a single voice-hey we can shoot
If we tie up our bikes to the front of the sled
We can get this delivered and then go to bed
He looked up at us and he started to smile
He knew we would try it-at least one more mile
So we tied on the harnesses lined up in pairs
And bundled up warmly-we all looked like bears
And as we were mounting our faithful steeds
We heard in his voice, of many great deeds
On Hammy, on Patty, on Julia and Bob
On Popeye, on Roger, “Enduradad”, Rob
As we sped through the streets the load became lighter
And as we moved forward we dreamed of hot cider
And into the night it seemed like forever
But we kept up the pace; we couldn’t say never
And just when we thought that we couldn’t go on
He smiled up at us, and that made us strong
We finished his route and delivered it all
And when we were finished, snow started to fall
I looked at my partners, my friends on the bikes
We all looked excited, like real little tykes
I looked up and saw faces all covered with glee
They couldn’t believe it-“it didn’t happen to me”
And when I awoke, I thought to myself
It couldn’t have been a red suited elf
But I heard a small voice, and it wasn’t from fright,
Say “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!”
I wrote this about 7-8 years ago, and it was posted on the Great Floridian Triathlon forums page-
train safe
The bikers were all thinking, “I can’t hold it this time”
With “Popeye” out leading, his legs turning fast
I knew in my heart at this pace I can’t last
When up at the front there was some big commotion
It seemed like a train, with lots of locomotion
Popeye slowed down, and we all almost crashed
When we saw what was in there-a great big old stash
New bikes by the dozen, Treks, Quintana-Roo
To get one of those, what do we need to do?
And that’s when we saw him; he looked slightly pale
The look on his face, His reindeer had failed
Delivery would not be made on this night
His deer had abandoned him, scared off in fright
So now he was trying to find what to do
With a sled full of toys, and new tri stuff too
A wetsuit for “Chappy”, new shoes for Fred
New ears for the Penguin, and for Faith a big sled
New bike for “Yak”, and for “Candyman” too-
And for all of the children, Chuck even for you!
So as we were looking at the sled full of loot
We said in a single voice-hey we can shoot
If we tie up our bikes to the front of the sled
We can get this delivered and then go to bed
He looked up at us and he started to smile
He knew we would try it-at least one more mile
So we tied on the harnesses lined up in pairs
And bundled up warmly-we all looked like bears
And as we were mounting our faithful steeds
We heard in his voice, of many great deeds
On Hammy, on Patty, on Julia and Bob
On Popeye, on Roger, “Enduradad”, Rob
As we sped through the streets the load became lighter
And as we moved forward we dreamed of hot cider
And into the night it seemed like forever
But we kept up the pace; we couldn’t say never
And just when we thought that we couldn’t go on
He smiled up at us, and that made us strong
We finished his route and delivered it all
And when we were finished, snow started to fall
I looked at my partners, my friends on the bikes
We all looked excited, like real little tykes
I looked up and saw faces all covered with glee
They couldn’t believe it-“it didn’t happen to me”
And when I awoke, I thought to myself
It couldn’t have been a red suited elf
But I heard a small voice, and it wasn’t from fright,
Say “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!”
I wrote this about 7-8 years ago, and it was posted on the Great Floridian Triathlon forums page-
train safe