One Less Sleigh

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was cycling, not even a mouse. The  Sugoi Wool Socks  hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St.  Trick soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of freestyling danced in their heads. And Mama in her Do Wrap, and I in my Skull Cap, had just  carbo-loaded for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

And  what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but an Apogee XT with Rock Shox front and rear!

With a little old rider, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Trick.

More rapid than eagles, his course  he did ride,

as  he whistled and shouted and broke not his stride:

He Dashed!  He Danced!

On the pedals he  Pranced!

Like a  Comet  he flew

using rooftops like  ramps!

To the top of the porch!

To the top of the wall!

To the top of the house

No  object too tall!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

He would meet with an obstacle and  mount to the sky

so up to the house-top  with a kickout  he flew,

with  Panniers full of toys, and other goodies too.

Then came a twinkle from the  roof he was on,

it  was his headlight, a  PrincetonTec Yukon.

As I drew in my head and was turning around,

down the chimney St.  Trick,  rode with a bound.

The RockShox absorbed the hit  with ease,

then he pedaled on over right next to the tree.

A  Messenger Bag of toys he had flung on his back,

he stepped off his pedals and  opened his sack.

His eyes how they twinkled with  Smith Optics  glass;

His outfit was rad from his head to his __ __ __.   (Shoes)

A  Vagabond Jacket encircled his chest,

and  his 6 Panel Tights, looked like some of the best.

He was thin and trim, a right healthy  old elf,

Quite  a change from his last years big fat self!

Since St.  Nick took up cycling  and changed his name to St. Trick,

He rides year round and  commutes by bike  on  his trips!

When he was through unpacking he dinged his bell,

and munched down a Bumblebar before hitting the trail.

Then he sprang to his bicycle, and without a care,

climbed right up the chimney  grabbing major air.

Then away  he flew from roof top to top,

but I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he  made his next stop,

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good ride!

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