‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the garage
\nnot a car to be seen, not even a Dodge.
\nThe tools were all placed on the table with care,
\nin case they be needed to perform a repair.
\nThe bikes were nestled all snug in their stands,
\nwith remnants of touring from choice far-off lands.
\nAnd Mama in her spandex, and I in my tights,
\nhad just finished stretching and grabbing quick bites
\n
\nWhen out on the street there arose such a clatter,
\nI sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
\nAway to the window I flew like a flash,
\nturned out the lights, and pressed up to the glass.
\nThe lights from the passers-by shone on the street,
\nand I thought that I saw lots of clipped in shoed feet.
\nWhen, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
\nbut a sea of red blinkies stemming from the rear.
\nThey rounded the corner and they all took lefts,
\nI knew that it must be HHCMFs.
\nMore prepared than Boy Scouts, and carefully planned,
\nI took note of their bicycles and called them by brand:
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the garage not a car to be seen, not even a Dodge. The tools were all placed on the table with care, in case they be needed to perform a repair. The bikes were nestled all snug in their stands, with remnants of touring from choice far-off … <\/p>\n