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Twas the night before Christmas, and out in the garage. Two Ventures were sitting...... a V 4 montage. But all of the streets they were covered with snow.... Not a safe place to ride, not a spot on the road.

The tenders were plugged in and humming away. Keeping batteries charged on that cold winter day.

The chrome was all shiny, the paint bright and clean, But the weather outside, it was nasty and mean.

Then out in the yard I heard such a sound, But how can that be, there wasno-one around?

Then out in the driveway was a thunderous roar, The unmistakable sound of a Yamaha V4.

The driver was plump dressed in leather and black. A long beard of white and a big leather sack. He went to the house and walked right through the door, Leaving gifts by the tree and gifts on the floor. A helmet and shield and a new set of lights, to make the ride safe on those warm summer nights.

A new set of pipes just to make the bike sing. Chrome license plate cover, a bit of Diamond Cut bling. Then back to his Venture, old Biker Clause ran. He fired it up and lifted the stand. And I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

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Freebird was first up, on that Christmas morn.

The clubs house was quiet, but still tattered and torn.

To all of the members, the reason was clear.

The Mods Freebird had hired were out petting the Deer!

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