Poem
Calendar

sb

"Santa's a Biker"

His bright red suit sports fluffy white trim,

Not quite obese but a far cry from slim,

Calf high boots all shiny and black

Totes a world of toys in a magical sack

He rides a custom sleigh scoot Flames on each side

Not a horse-powered relic It’s a Reindeer Glide

‘Cause Santa’s a Biker ‘Big Daddy’ of cool

First page, chapter one In the ‘Book of Old School’

Got a curvy ‘ol lady Who supports the cause

On those North Pole nights She supports ‘The Clause’

He hangs with a group called ‘Elves MC’

All bad to the bone, all three foot three

Fillin’ the orders, loadin’ the sleigh

Hittin’ the eggnog while the Big Guy’s away

There are those who would doubt Say, Santa’s’ not real

But, for we who ride He’s the genuine deal

‘Cause Santa’s a Biker ‘Big Daddy’ of cool

First page, chapter one In the ‘Book of Old School’

Believe with your heart Not with your head

See as the child In a hospital bed

For thunder on the street Is their rooftops click, click, click

As each and every Toy Run Affirms faith in ‘Ol Saint Nick

Yes, Santa is a Biker And should you not believe

Ask the child in the hospital bed On any Christmas Eve

By Unknown

santa