HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

...HAPPY HOLIDAYS & A NEW YEAR OF BLISSFULL SINGLETRACK.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shed,
Not a bike was stirring, not even 'ol Big Red;
The chamois were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that just a little holiday ride would pretty please be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of dirt jumps danced through their heads;
And mamma in her helmet, and I in my tights,
Had just settled our singletrack brains and turned out the lights,—
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
I opened the door and what i saw i didn't like,
Santa tying up 'ol Rudolph and taking off on my downhill bike.