On The Pegs December 2018 - Volume 3 - Issue 12 | Page 108

On The Pegs
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T’ was the night before C hristmas when all thro ’ the hills ,
N ot a person was riding , none seeking for thrills …
T he children were nestled all snug in their beds ,
W hile visions of supercross danced in their heads …
W hen out on the lawn there arose such a clatter ,
I jumped from my bed to see what ’ s the matter ,
W hen , what to my wondering eyes should appear ,
B ut an XR650, packed with all kinds of gear ,
W ith a big chubby rider , so lively and quick ,
I knew in a moment it must be S t . N ick .
M ore rapid than eagles he roosted my lawn ,
A nd whistled and shouted , deliver by dawn …