To all the rippers and shredders who carve out the ruts,
To those who soar triples, 'cuz they've got the nutz,
To the blitzers of whoops and those who blast berms,
To the masters who rail the tight inside turns...
Tonight as you sleep Santa Claus will appear,
But he'll be Riding Red instead of eight tiny reindeer.
And jumping his thumper from rooftop to roof,
Leaving rubber behind on the shingles as proof,
That good 'ole St. Nick is a rider with skills
Who uses a bike to get to the stockings he fills.
And when you hear a wheel tap on the rooftop this eve,
Know it's jolly old Santa, and you'd better believe,
As he drops off the gifts and spreads holiday cheer,
He'll be ripping and shredding as he flies through the air.
So if you look at the stars and see twinkling lights,
That's the roost from his tires as he shifts through the night.
And if you're quiet and listen, you can hear him exclaim...
Merry Christmas to my friends at the Over The Hill Gang!!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!
Merry Christmas Dude!
Very nice and to you too!