Formerly DMR For Life
is this based on a true story?
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Dale
Not a creature was stirring, not even a snail
Except for the Wheelers out cycling the tracks,
With halogen lights and battery packs
In spite of the cold, and the tracks slick and rooty,
The riding was bold, the men did their duty
When out of the North an icy wind puffed
And all of a sudden their lights were out! Snuffed!
They came to a halt all bump and a clatter
With nary a clue as tâ€™what was thâ€™matter
Surrounded by blackness, and no flaming lamp
A thick fog descended, a trick of the damp
An owl shrieked, a dog barked, and something said â€śpisss!â€ť
They instinctively knew quite a lot was amiss
Ay up! Oh No! Cor blimey! Good Lord!
Wassup! Dunno! â€¦kinnell! They all roared
â€śA punctureâ€ť, one cried, â€śWell thatâ€™s a relief,
Weâ€™ll soon have it fixedâ€ť his initial belief
But down in the dark, and murky wet mire
There was no way to see what caused the flat tyre
The woods were real scary, with bikes out of action,
They slipped and they stumbled and they couldnâ€™t find traction
With panic now rising this was a to do
When out of the gloom they heard a â€śyoo hooâ€ť
A fat bearded figure, in red and fur trimmâ€™ed,
Came upon them, as the moon rose, and now brightly glimmâ€™ed
â€śHo Ho now my boysâ€ť his merry refrain
â€śWhatâ€™s up? Whatâ€™s broken? A spoke or a chain?"
â€śA bike has a puncture and our lights have a short, weâ€™re really fed upâ€ť was the Wheelers retort.
Ho Ho now my lads no need to feel sick
Iâ€™ll soon have it sorted or Iâ€™m not St Nick!
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen
The Wheelers were puzzled for to be so directed
In a minute or two they clearly suspected
This bloke was a nutter, and not the real Santa
His robes seemed authentic but not his mad banter
They rallied and jeered! Then ran like the wind
Those Wheelers were spooked and werenâ€™t listening
They galloped and jogged all night at high speed
Oblivious to darkness and absence of steed
Arriving â€śchez nousâ€ť they jumped into bed,
Just glad to be home and not to be dead
And there it should end this story of warning
Were it not Christmas Day, the very next morning
On rising to see what was under the tree
Each Wheeler did find a new MTB
A card was attached by Santa who wrote
Hope you like the present Iâ€™ve stuck to this note
Sorry to see you were so jittery
Next time in the woods take a spare battery!
Happy Christmas to All!
If you've seen the film "American Werewolf in London" you'll know how spooky the moors are in Yorkshire. Its where we ride at weekends and on Wednesday nights whatever the weather.
Formerly DMR For Life
havn't seen it but i'm sure when the fog rolls in it can be pretty freaky...lucky you that you can ride i'm laid up with a sprained ankle keeping me off my bike in the beautiful weather that we're having here in western canada...have fun riding
Last edited by Full Mountain; 12-23-2005 at 01:00 PM.
Nice! Those wheelers don't have kids though or they'd be home xmas eve putting toys together with woefully inadequate directions. Can't wait.
When the going gets weird its bedtime.
That was very cool
Awesome first post Rewop!! Thanks for sharing!
Very cool. Merry Christmas all!!