‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was cycling, not even a mouse. TheÂ Sugoi Wool SocksÂ hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St.Â Trick soon would be there.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
AndÂ 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 courseÂ he did ride,
asÂ he whistled and shouted and broke not his stride:
He Dashed!Â He Danced!
On the pedals heÂ Pranced!
Like aÂ CometÂ he flew
using rooftops likeÂ ramps!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
To the top of the house
NoÂ object too tall!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
He would meet with an obstacle andÂ mount to the sky
so up to the house-topÂ with a kickoutÂ he flew,
withÂ Panniers full of toys, and other goodies too.
Then came a twinkle from theÂ roof he was on,
itÂ was his headlight, aÂ PrincetonTec Yukon.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the chimney St.Â Trick,Â rode with a bound.
The RockShox absorbed the hitÂ with ease,
then he pedaled on over right next to the tree.
AÂ Messenger Bag of toys he had flung on his back,
he stepped off his pedals andÂ opened his sack.
His eyes how they twinkled withÂ Smith OpticsÂ glass;
His outfit was rad from his head to his __ __ __.Â (Shoes)
AÂ Vagabond Jacket encircled his chest,
andÂ his 6 Panel Tights, looked like some of the best.
He was thin and trim, a right healthyÂ old elf,
QuiteÂ a change from his last years big fat self!
Since St.Â Nick took up cyclingÂ and changed his name to St. Trick,
He rides year round andÂ commutes by bikeÂ onÂ 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 chimneyÂ grabbing major air.
Then awayÂ he flew from roof top to top,
but I heard him exclaim, ‘ere heÂ made his next stop,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good ride!“