the night before Christmas, me and the boys, and
our bikes,
Thought we'd take a quick spin, to see Christmas lights.
We bundled up warmly, to ward off the cold,
Revved up our engines and onward we rolled.
I in my Vanson, done up in leather, all black,
Had just set out riding, just me, and the pack.
When up from behind us, there came such a racket,
It was a fat guy, on a Ninja, in red cordura jacket.
Right there, to our amazement, was Santa Sport Rider,
He pulled up next to Fuzzy, and then wheelied right by 'er.
He had saddlebags crammed full, of the goodies we love,
Like Yosh pipes and Muzzy's, and a pair of Held gloves.
It was then that I saw it, but… how did he know?
Alpinestars boots,in a 6! The black GP PROs!
He didn't have reindeer, or helpers, like elves,
Santa was solo, delivering himself.
Don't know how, but he did it,of that I'm quite sure,
He rode like a madman, with presents galore,
Strapped down with a bungee, a tank bag and more.
From out of his helmet, his Santa voice rolled,
Across the night air, so crisp and so cold.
"On Ducati, on Suzuki, Yamaha and Kawasaki,
No one would get presents, if I rode a Harley."
He had lights on his helmet, the Scott Russell copy,
Grabbed a fist full of brake and pulled a great stoppie.
He opened his tankbag, his eyes all a twinkle,
Tucked away neatly with nairy a wrinkle,
The thing that I wished for, and wanted all year,
My most favorite, black, Dainese raingear.
I stood there in shock, I could not believe this,
I gave him a hug, and a quick little kiss,
He gave me a wink, and an ear to ear smile,
Then all of a sudden in great Santa style,
He peeled out and wheelied, for nearly a mile.
But as he rode off, and kneedragged out of sight,
I heard him exclaim, as he sped into the night,
"Merry Christmas to all, stay safe and upright!"
-Galore
Merry Christmas From Fuzzy Galoreand the Knee-Dragon
he KneeDragon !!
