Twas the night before Christmas, and out in the garage. Two Harley's were sitting...... a V Twin 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 was no-one around?
Then out in the driveway was a thunderous roar, The unmistakable sound of a V Twin, big bore.
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 new bling. Then back to his Bagger, old Biker Clause ran. He fired it up and lifted the stand. And I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight.
"Safe riding to all, and to all a good night."
Merry Christmas my friends.
Safe riding in 2022!