White Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and just outside my house, my Ducati sat idle and I in the house. Wearing my leathers and helmet I sat near the door, it was an act that Saint Nick surely could not ignore. When all of a sudden arose such a clatter, I ran to the window to see what was the matter. I could not believe what my eyes were seeing, Nor was it logical that the roads were deicing . Now I haven’t believed in a long, long time, but this was really a wish of mine. To ride on Christmas is just one day of the year, but now I know that Santa doesn’t drive a sled with reindeer.

