From: haysc@ucs.orst.edu (Charles Hays) Date: 24 Dec 1993 16:52:53 GMT Hi All...with apologies to the original author, a Christmas greeting for you, because I'm too damn cheap to send cards to everybody. T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the pad There was nada happenin', and that's Nowhere, Dad. The woodstove was hung up in that stocking routine, In hopes the Fat Boy would soon make the scene. With our stomachs packed with tacos and beer, The SO and I crashed on the couch for some cheer. When out in the yard there arose such a racket, I ran for the door and pulled on my old jacket. I saw a large bro' on a '56 Pan wearin black leathers, a cap, and boots (clearly a fan) He hauled up the bars on that bike full of sacks and that Pan hit the roof like it was running on tracks. I couldn't help gawking, the old guy had class But I had to go in, I was freezing my ass. Down through the stovepipe he fell with a crash and out of the stove he came dragging his stash. With a chortle of glee he passed out the loot, a new jacket for her, and new parts for my scoot. He patted her fanny and shook my right hand, Spun on his heel and up the stovepipe he ran. From up on the roof came a great peal of thunder, as that massive V-Twin ripped the silence asunder. With his finger in the wind he roared off into the night, Shouting, "Have a cool Yule, and to all a good ride." The Best Of The Fest To You And The Rest... Skiv and Family <|:)}