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Charlene and I wish everyone a Very Merry Christmas and a Very Prosperous New Year for 2011:santa: :sleigh:
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Santa's sleigh, well Grandpa/Sleeperhawk's pickup, is all loaded up and ready to make the Christmas journey to a little town in Alabama!!! :sleigh: There is even a slight hint of a little snow on Christmas day! Merry Christmas Everyone! Have a wonderful and safe holiday!!! We are looking forward to another year of riding and being with our VR family!!!!
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I am asking Santa for a clock to go on my handlebars. What are you and your Venture hoping for this Christmas? :sleigh:
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Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, There were bottles and butts left around by some louse. And the best fifth I'd hidden by the chimney with care Had been snatched by some bum who had found it right there. My pals: guys and gals had been poured into their beds To wake in the morning with hungover heads. My mouth, full of cotton, dropped down with a snap Because I was dying for one wee nightcap. When through the south window there came such a yell, I sprang to my feet to see what the hell... And what to my bloodshot eyes should I see But eight drunken reindeer caught in a tree. Way in 'mongst the branches was a man in a sleigh. I saw it was Santa, quite oiled and tres gay. Staggering nearer those eight reindeer came As he burped and hiccupped and called them by name: "On Whiskey, on Vodka, we ain't got all night! You too, Gin and Brandy, now all do it right. Clammer up to the roof; get the hell off this wall! Get going you rummies, we've still a long haul!" So up on the roof went the reindeer and sleigh, But a tree branch hit Santa before he could sway And then to my ears, like the roll of a barrel, Came a hell of a noise that was no Christmas carol. So I pulled in my head and cocked a sharp ear. Down the chimney he plunged, landing smack on his rear. He was dressed all in red, with white fur for a trim. And the way Santa swayed, he was tanked to the brim. The sack on his back held nothing but booze, And the breath that he blew nearly put me to snooze. He was both plump and chubby and tried to stand right. But he didn't fool me; he was high as a kite. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work And missed half the stockings, the plastered old jerk. And laying his thumb on the end of his nose, He fluttered his fingers as he quoted prose. He sprang for his sleigh at so hasty a pace He tripped on a shingle and slid on his face. But I heard him burp back as he passed out of sight: "Merry Christmas, you lushes, now really get tight."
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I'm building the sleigh, onto of my Matrix Cargo Trailer, for the 21st annual Ft. Lauderdale "Toys for Tots" ride This just the frame & Skin. I'm rapping it in plastic, to protect it form rain, Then covering it over with Fabric, Bows & Garland. I'm also installing skies (Runnins) after I check the height off the bike. and battery opt. lights
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house the whole family was asleep and quiet as a mouse. When, from the garage, there arose such a clatter, I jumped from my bed to see what was the matter. And when I opened the door, it was plain to see, it was Santa trying to start the RSV. I said, Santa, what are you doing here? you should be out - spreading Christmas Cheer! Well my friend, I've had a stroke of bad luck. My reindeer are sick, and my sleigh is stuck. But what can I do to ease your way, you know the RSV can't replace your sleigh. But the jolly old man, with a twinkle of an eye roared out the door and into the sky. The gentle rumble of the pipes could be heard loud and clear. Letting everyone know there was nothing to fear. As he flew through the clouds, I could hear him say - "This RSV sure beats my sleigh". The moral of the story, is plain to see. When all else fails, you can count on the RSV. Merry Christmas Ventureriders Mackinawman
