'Twas The Night Before Christmas

[MidlifeMark]

This was written about five years ago by Fernando Belair, one of the moderators on the bmwsporttouring.com site. He posts it there every year. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

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'Twas The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and me and the bride,
Were preppin' to go for a brisk midnight ride;
The kids were all gone now, with kids of their own,
For long 'go it was that each had left home.

When out on the street there arose such a thrash
I thought that two tractors had just had a crash.
When what did we suddenly see through the mist?
But St. Nick and his Harley, and boy was he pissed.

"I'm sorry that I left my reindeer behind,
I don't know why, must be out of my mind.
I took THIS sled instead of ol' Dancer and Vixen
And like each time before, it's gonna need fixin."

We helped the old soul, offered comfort and cheer,
He sat down and told us he'd planned this all year.
"It's been a dream, maybe foolish I feel,
To do Christmas night not by sled, but two wheels."

"I thought I had planned this quite well I would guess,
Had my 'Stitch,' my V-1 and a new GPS.
Now there may not be Christmas for all the good kids
'Cause this V-Twin disaster has just hit the skids."

We helped him unload his gear and his bag
And sopped up the oil from his bike with a rag,
He sat so dejected, his head in his hands
"I shouldn't have changed from traditional plans."

His breathing was heavy, "It's the children, you see.
They wait all year for Christmas and they count on me."
When my wife turned and gave me a look that I know
And I said to St. Nick, "there's a way to still go."

His face lit up with a rosy red light,
"Is there something you know that can still save the night?"
The garage lights came on and he shouted with glee,
For ready to ride was our trusty RT.

"It's just what I wanted, to fulfill my dream,
For I understand there's no finer machine.
But alas there's no dealer at the North Pole homestead,
So I unhitched the snow plow and took the Harley instead."

We loaded his bag while I went through the drill
The hot grips and windshield gave him quite a thrill.
He went for a spin, to get used to the feel
"What handling! What power! This thing's just unreal."

He settled right in and prepped for his ride
He borrowed my Shoei, eyes twinkling inside
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
"You get Christmas, but I do my Iron Butt tonight."

The morning came quiet, the missus slept in
I had to go check if I'd dreamed where I'd been
For it's not every night that Santa does call,
And you loan him your Beemer, save Christmas and all.

The garage was so dark, I searched with my eyes
And couldn't believe it, wow, what a surprise
"It was true," I surmised as I looked past the cars,
Two new RT's, an LT, for his, hers, and ours.