Twas The Night Before Christmas
For Bikers
For My Brother From Another Mother
Twas The Night Before Christmas And All Through The Pad
There Was Nada Happenin', Now That's Pretty Bad
The Woodstove Was Hung Up In That Stocking Routine
In Hopes That The Fat Boy Would Soon Make The Scene
With Our Stomachs Packed With Tacos And Beer
My Girl And I Crashed On The Couch For Some Cheer
When Out In The Yard There Arose Such A Racket
I Ran For The Door And Pulled On My Jacket
I Saw A Large Bro' On A '56 Pan
Wearin' Black Leathers, A Cap, And Boots (Cool Biker, Man)
He Hauled Up The Bars On That Bikeful Of Sacks
And That Pan Hit The Roof Like It Was Running On Tracks
I Couldn't Help Gawking, The Old Guy Had Class
But I Had To Go In -- I Was Freezing My Ass
Down Through The Stovepipe He Fell With A Crash
And Out Of The Stove He Came Dragging His Stash
With A Smile And Some Glee He Passed Out The Loot
A New Jacket For Her And Some Parts For My Scoot
He Patted Her Fanny And Shook My Right Hand
Spun On His Heel And Up The Stovepipe He Ran
From Up On The Roof Came A Great Deal Of Thunder
As That Massive V-Twin Ripped The Silence Asunder
With Beard In The Wind, He Roared Off Into The Night
Shouting, "Have A Cool Yule And To All A Good Ride!"
Author Unknown
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