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Twas the night before Christmas when all through the garages Not a motorcycle was rumbling,except for Santa Claus' The leather was hung in the closet with care In hopes that nice weather,soon would be there Our bikes were all nestled snug in their covers With visions of blacktop and burning up rubber With momma in her bandana and I in my skull cap We had settled down for a long winters nap When:Venture: out on the lawn, arose such a rumble I sprang fron the bed as I started to grumble When what to my wondering eyes should appear Was a pack of motorcycles,with riders and gear, With one old driver so lively and quick I knew in amoment it must be biker St. Nick He was dressed alll in leather,from from his head to his foot His clothes were all tarnished with bugs and road soot A bundle of chrome he had flung on his back Down the chimney he came,carrying a big red sack He spoke not a word but went straight to his work As he filled all the riding boots,then turned with a jerk, And laying a finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod,up the chimney he rose He sprang to his motorcycle,to his team gave a sign As they cracked there throttles and got into line, Now Honda,Now Harley,Now Triumph,and Indian On Kawi,On Suzuki,On Yamaha Venture and Victory, But I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight Keep the rubber side down and have a good ride Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPLY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY VENTURE RIDER MENBERS
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Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house, Every creature was hurting-- even the mouse. The toys were all broken, their batteries dead; Santa passed out, with some ice on his head. Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor, while Upstairs the family continued to snore. And I in my T-shirt, new Reeboks and jeans, Went into the kitchen and started to clean. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the sink to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a little white truck, with an oversized mirror. The driver was smiling, so lively and grand; The patch on his jacket said "U.S. POSTMAN." With a handful of bills, he grinned like a fox Then quickly he stuffed them into our mailbox. Bill after bill, after bill, they still came. Whistling and shouting he called them by name: "Now Dillard's, now Broadway's, now Penney's and Sears Here's Levitz's and Target's and Mervyn's--all here!! To the tip or your limit, every store, every mall, Now chargeaway-chargeaway-chargeaway all!" He whooped and he whistled as he finished his work. He filled up the box, and then turned with a jerk. He sprang to his truck and he drove down the road, Driving much faster with just half a load. Then I heard him exclaim with great holiday cheer, "ENJOY WHAT YOU GOT ... YOU'LL BE PAYING ALL YEAR!"
