Forever Knight Before Christmas

Summary: A Christmas poem. All alone on Christmas Eve, Nick Knight receives a surprise visit from a jolly old fellow full of Christmas cheer. Disclaimer: This story was written using the characters and situations from "Forever Knight" from Glen Warren Productions. No infringement is intended. Forever Knight is a Canadian television series about Nick Knight, an 800-year-old vampire working as a police detective in modern-day Toronto, Ontario Written By Fran Glass 2019 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the loft, not a creature was stirring, not even a moth. A fire was lit by remote control to help keep the place from appearing so cold. The message light on the machine flashed bright red, but it would have to wait until after I'd fed. Having just awaken from a long day's rest, the cow's blood in the fridge was my number one quest. I uncapped a bottle and gulped it down greedily, emptying the contents quite neat and speedily. I recalled Nat's words to keep my hunger at bay. "It's the blood, you know, that keeps you that way." I believe it's possible she may be quite right. I vow to give up the blood, but not tonight. For it's the eve of another holiday I'll not celebrate. No candlelight services or Christmas feasts to partake. To my few human friends, I've given lame reason why I can't share in their joyous holiday season. To my vampire family, I'm considered the fool for even wishing to embrace this mortal Yule. On my machine, I find only a message of nuisance from a tele-marketer wishing to sell me insurance. No doubt this will be a cheerful Christmas for many. To me, it's a reminder of my lonely infinity. Suddenly, upon the roof there arose such a clatter, I flew to the skylight to see what was the matter. And what to my golden eyes should appear but my maker, LaCroix looking rather queer. He was dressed all in black except for the hat on his head which was trimmed with white fur, the rest of it red. It was probably the oddest thing I'd ever seen. LaCroix with a big sack and an eight-foot evergreen. "Merry Christmas, Nicholas," he spoke with great pride. "Would you care to help me get all this inside?" And so I did, helped him with the bag and the tree. Then finally questioned him about his unusual glee. He told me he'd been visited by three spirits that day, from the future, past and present, they showed him the way. He'd seen his existence in a brand new light and wanted to share with me his new lease on life. So together we decorated the tree, having great fun, then stood back and marveled over a job well done. Afterwards, we sat reminiscing, never noticing the time, until at midnight when we heard distant church bells chime. As we stood at the window and watched the snow begin to fall, I wished him Merry Christmas. Indeed. A Merry Christmas after all. The End

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THE HELPFUL CHRISTMAS MOUSE (Activity)

Divide the group into three smaller groups and assign each group one of the words listed below. Read the story. After each of the words is read pause for the group to make the appropriate response. MOUSE "SQUEAK, SQUEAK", SANTA "HO, HO, HO" NIGHT "HO-HUM" Twas the NIGHT __ before Christmas, and fast asleep in the house, Was wonders of wonders a little fat MOUSE __. A MOUSE __ sleeping at NIGHT __, oh what a riot, But the reason it happened, he was on a diet. How the MOUSE __'s stomach began to hurt and growl, But since he was dieting, at NIGHT __ he shouldn't prowl. Mom was so thoughtful before she retired at NIGHT __, And for dear old SANTA __ she had left a bite. That NIGHT __ in his dreams, the MOUSE __'s nose did twitch, As the smell of the food into his nostrils crept! Soon the poor little MOUSE __ began to claw at his nose Then he began to quiver from his head to his toes. Though he was trying to sleep with all of his might, His sleep had been ruined for the rest of the NIGHT __. So up the MOUSE __ got and with a great, big yawn, He peeked out the window and there on the lawn, He saw something there that was, indeed a strange sight, For there sat SANTA __ in the cold, dark NIGHT __. He was holding his beg as if ready to leave, But great salty tears were bouncing off his sleeve. The MOUSE __ just stood there as if in fright, Trying to imagine what was wrong that NIGHT __. Then he crept to the door and threw it open wide, And motioned for SANTA __ to come and join him inside. So SANTA __ came in and sat down with the MOUSE __ And confessed that NIGHT __ he felt like a louse. He had eaten so much during the Holiday Season, He almost got stuck in the chimney and that was the reason. So SANTA __ and the MOUSE __ made a contract that NIGHT __ That he would help SANTA __ make Christmas come out right. So off they went together, Old SANTA __ and that MOUSE __ To pay the yearly visit to each and every house. With the fat little MOUSE __ so filled with delight, As he ate for old SANTA __ all the snacks left that NIGHT __. When the journey was over, the MOUSE __ returned to his home, With his stomach full of goodies, he no longer wanted to roam. But he had followed SANTA __ and helped a Merry Christmas to give, So he'd just sacrifice and as a fat MOUSE __ live. When he went fast to sleep with not a worry in him, Since he had eaten all NIGHT __ he would just dream he was slim. Christmas activity shared from Bonnie Terry Learning Bonnie Terry, M. Ed., BCET is internationally recognized as America’s Leading Learning Specialist. She is an award winning author and learning disability specialist and board certified educational therapist. Here is the Christmas Holiday Word Search, Why Santa Has a Beard Story, and more... View/Print the ASW-Auditory-XMAS-Story-THE-HELPFUL-CHRISTMAS-MOUSE.pdf Thanks For Visiting

Twelve Days AFTER Christmas - Someone's Mad!

That awkward moment when you break up with your "true" love after Christmas. What do you do with the gifts?  The first day after Christmas my true love and I had a fight, And so I chopped the pear tree down and burned it just for spite.  Then with a single cartridge, I shot that blasted partridge, My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.  The second day after Christmas, I pulled on the old rubber gloves, And very gently wrung the necks of both the turtle doves. My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.  The third day after Christmas, my mother caught the croup; I had to use the three French hens to make some chicken soup.  The four calling birds were a big mistake, for their language was obscene.  The five gold rings were completely fake and they turned my fingers green.  The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn't lay, I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A.  On the seventh day what a mess I found, All seven of the swimming swans had drowned. My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me.  The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect,  I bundled up the Eight maids a milking, Nine pipers piping, Ten ladies dancing, Eleven lords a leaping, Twelve drummers drumming and sent them back collect.  I wrote my true love, "We are through, love", and I said in so many words,  "Furthermore your Christmas gifts were for the birds!" 12 days after Christmas (Lyric Video) Thanks For Visiting

Christmas Stories from Ririro.com

Santa Claus And The Mouse Written by: Emilie Poulsson Once upon a Christmas Eve, Santa Claus made a stop at a certain house to fill the children’s stockings. As he was doing so, he was surprised to find a little mouse awake and watching him. Santa greeted the mouse warmly and said, “A merry Christmas, little friend.” The mouse replied, “The same to you, sir.” Santa, finding the mouse’s presence amusing, said, “You’re very welcome to stay and watch.” As Santa filled the stockings with toys, he proudly declared that they wouldn’t be able to hold anything more. But the mouse had other ideas. With a twinkle in his eye, he politely suggested that there was one more thing he could fit into the stockings. Santa, thinking the mouse was joking, laughed and said, “Don’t I know how to pack? By filling stockings all these years, I should have learned the knack.” Santa then offered the mouse a challenge, and gave him permission to try and fit one more thing into the stocking. The mouse, with a chuckle, stole over to the stocking and gnawed a small hole at the toe of the stocking. He then looked up at Santa and said, “Now, if you please, good Santa Claus, I’ve put in one thing more. For you will own that little hole was not in there before.” Santa couldn’t help but laugh at the mouse’s clever joke, and promised him a Christmas cheese for his clever trick. And, if anyone ever doubted the truth of this story, Santa could show them the very stocking with the hole that the little mouse had gnawed through. These stories are brought to you by Ririro.com for free. Their mission is to give all children in the world free access to a variety of stories. The stories can be read, downloaded and printed online and cover a wide range of topics, including animals, fantasy, science, history, diverse cultures and much more. Support their mission by sharing their stories and website. https://ririro.com/ You may also like Christmas Or The Good Fairy The Christmas Masquerade A Letter From Santa Claus Santa Claus Toinette And The Elves Uncle Wiggily’s Christmas The Christmas Present Incident The Snowflakes And The Fairies The Story Of Gretchen And The Christmas Surprise Little Gretchen And The Wooden Shoe On Christmas Morning The Christmas Princess The Burglar’s Christmas A Christmas Present For Mother Christmas Jenny Santa Claus And The Mouse Find all the Christmas Stories and Christmas Eve Stories and even some Reindeer Stories from Ririro.com Thanks For Visiting

Goosebumps: The 12 Screams of Christmas e-Book

The 12 Screams of Christmas by R.L. Stine The infamous, Most Wanted Goosebumps characters are out on the loose and after you. For the first time ever, it's a Goosebumps Christmas! Kate Welles just wants the lead role in her school's Christmas play. Her annoying "friend" Courtney is constantly getting in the way of that. - More Details Flipbook | PDF Format | EPUB format | Source: Internet Archive Click on the poster below to read/view in Lightbox Goosebumps is a series of children's horror fiction novellas by R. L. Stine. 62 books were published under the Goosebumps umbrella title from 1992 to 1997. This is where it all started. Reader beware - you're in for a scare! Microsoft Word - The Abominable Snowman of Pasadena.pdf Microsoft Word - Stay Out of the Basement.pdf Microsoft Word - Be Careful What You Wish For....pdf Give Yourself Goosebumps Series by R. L. StineUploaded by Tamso ma includes Viewable files (23) in a PDF / ZIP Format Find More "Goosebumps Most Wanted Books" to read online from  Archiver_Ancient870 Goosebumps Slappyworld - Slappy Birthday to You ... and still more PubHTML5 Flipbooks available to Read Online Free

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The Dark Knight Before Christmas

TEXT GOES HERE 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Wayne Manor, Not a sound could be heard —especially not laughter. There were no stockings hung, and no tree filled with lights. Not a single Christmas decoration in sight. Master Bruce, in his costume, and I, in my robe, Were up late, on the lookout, for evils unknown. I missed Christmas, but he said he didn't have time. Not at all, ever since the tender age of nine. It saddened me, watching him year after year, Never taking in joy — only dealing out fear. "I say, Sir," I pleaded with all of my might, "Master Grayson is having a party tonight. Master Drake and Ms. Gordon are sure to be there. Why not leave this bleak cave and enjoy some fresh air?" "I've outgrown Christmas, Alfred," he answered each year. "You can go if you want to, but I'm needed here." I sighed and walked upstairs to turn off the lights. "Merry Christmas," I said. His reply was, "Good night." I walked up to my bedroom, got under my sheets, And prepared to drift off into sweet, peaceful sleep. Suddenly, a noise woke me up with such a clatter, I ran to my window for more on the matter! And what should my wandering eyes happen to find, But a man in a sleigh with eight reinde– no, nine! I was off to tell Master Bruce what I had spied; The fat man in the sleigh was in for a surprise! But it was my surprise; he had beaten me there! Just how fast was this man who could sled through the air? "Who are you?!" Master Bruce yelled, demanding to know. The fat man's belly shook as he laughed, "Ho ho ho! Don't you know?" he asked, giving his heels a click. "Santa Claus! Father Christmas! Kris Kringle! St. Nick!" The Batman moved slowly, not wanting to harm him. "Right. Santa. Let me take you back home to Arkham." But the man disappeared! He was gone in a flash! Leaving only some traces of old soot and ash. Suddenly he was back, just as soon as he'd left! This man was indeed quite fast, in spite of his heft! "I've come here in peace," said the man. "Have no fear. The Batman said, "Then explain to me why you've come here." The jolly man laughed, "Christmastime is at hand! I bring gifts of joy to everyone in the land! The good people come to me with their requests For their hearts desire, and...I do my best." "I need and want nothing from you," the Batman said. "Go and take to the streets of Gotham with your sled." The man in red snickered and gave him a wink. "The person I'm here for is not who you think. I've no gift for you, though you've done much good, 'tis true; But the present I'm bringing tonight, well, is you." "For when it comes to Christmas, you just disappear. And you leave behind all of the friends you hold dear." Bruce said, "Hold on a minute now, that isn't true. I give plenty of presents at Christmas, I do. Gifts of cash, food, drink, clothes, anything I can find. So then how can you say that I leave them behind?" "Giving gifts is something for which you've had a knack, But the spirit of Christmas is still what you lack. Your gifts are all sent — none given face to face. And you've never even accepted an embrace. If you're given a gift, you just turn it away— Denying your friends what their hearts want to say!" "They know all of my feelings, and they all know mine; Gifts are simply a symbol for which I've no time." "Well, Christmas is a time for which, I've always felt, Allowing others in! Let your defenses melt!" "My defenses are FINE," Batman furrowed his brow. "It's just a sign of weakness to let them go down." Santa sighed, "I have never, as long as I've lived, Had to teach, 'Tis better to receive than to give'! I came here to open up your heart and your mind. You're determined to keep them both closed up, I find. "You're just too filled with anger and pain and regret, Probably about both of your parents, I bet. You'd tell them you love them if you could somehow, Just like all of your friends want to tell you right now! "Oh, the gift of allowing love to be expressed Is one of the greatest gifts that one can get. For the past is behind us; the future, unknown. And the moment is all that we have to call home. "And so, now I leave you, with this to think on." And with that, this Saint Nicholas fellow was gone. The master was silent. He was lost in thought. I wondered if this is what that fat man sought. "Alfred," he said sharply, giving me a fright. "You mentioned... something about a party tonight?" Soon we were dressed and ready and out on our way! Surely this was a miracle, one had to say! He had come bearing gifts! And was going inside, When he stopped to look up, because he had spied... "That Santa Claus fellow!" I exclaimed in the dark. Master Bruce simply smiled, looked up, and said, "Thanks, Clark." And I heard Batman say as he walked out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all... Well, at least for tonight."

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Canonical List of Twas the Night Before Christmas Variations

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The Knights Before Christmas - E-Book Text

A humorous retelling of the classic poem  Twas the Night Before Christmas--with a medieval twist! 'Three dim knights attempt to fend off a bearded, red-clad and would-be invader—all the while mistaking his true identity and purpose: to spread good Christmas cheer all over the kingdom. Full of merry puns and misunderstandings." Joan Holub (Author) Scott Magoon (Illustrator) Poem courtesy of YouTube Transcripts Twas december 24th and three knights dingaling, were guarding the castle for their illustrious king brave knight with his lance kept watch on the stair, in fear that invaders might soon be there Polite Knight, with his pen issued dire decrees, "Keep out of our keep!" "No ransackers Please!" Silent Knight, in his nightie and iron-armoured cap, was just sttling in for along winter's nap. Then out on the drawbridge there arose such a clatter, those knights sprang to the tower to see what was the matter. Away to the battlements they flew like a flash. they tore up the stairs in a mighty mad dash! When what to their wondering eyes should appear but a red and white knight and eight dragons, oh dear! "Be-ho-ho-hold! I am Santa Claus, making my rounds in flight. Where is your chimney so I can enter tonight?" From the top of the wall the knight trio flew to consult the king's book on what good knights should do. Brave knight drew the bridge. Polite knight filled the moat. Silent knight duked it out with many-armed coat. But nothing would stop their white whiskered foe. no matter their efforts, he just would not go! For Santa Claus had a list and he checkmarked it thrice, He knew that their deeds had been chivalrous and nice. Yes! He would conquer their castle with the bounty in his sack "You can't stop me," he told them, "So good knights - STAND BACK!" The knight's dove from the battlements, hiding under their beds, as dozens of sugar plums rained down on their heads Three shields came in camouflage, Mint spears hit the gate As Santa stormed the castle with his fierce dragons eight. More rapid than eagles, bows and arrows, they flew. There were whistles and horns, men of gingerbread, too, That volley of goodies those knights flung right back. But then Santa hurled more from inside his sack! Just when all appeared lost, a bleak silence fell. The knights peeked out and cheered. They'd WON! All as well! The invader was gone, and in his haste to flee, He'd forgotten his catapult, Yay! VICTORY! Those knights brought it in and festooned it with holly. Decked with treats of their triumph, it looked oh so jolly. They gathered round it singing for their joy was vast They'd driven away the invader - at last! Then they heard Santa call as he flew out of sight: "Merry Christmas to all And to all, nighty Knight!"

The Knights Before Christmas is published by Christy Ottaviano Books
(an imprint of Henry Holt books for Young Readers)
Publish Date: September 08, 2015
Page count: 32
Publisher: Henry Holt & Company

Book preview images courtesy of MacMillian Publishers Google Books and Pinterest

"Brave Knight, Polite Knight, and Silent Knight are “guarding the castle for their illustrious king” on Christmas Eve. "
Too bad they didn’t get the memo about Santa’s visit. When the jolly old elf tries to deliver presents, these well-intentioned protectors of the castle take a defensive stance: “Dash away, dash away! Invader, get out!”
A fierce (not really) battle plays out with Santa catapulting (via a Christmas tree) sugarplums and more as he “storms” the castle.

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Barbie's Letter To Santa

Barbie's Letter To Santa Dear Santa, Listen you fat little troll, I've been helping you out every year, playing at being the perfect Christmas Present, wearing skimpy bathing suits in frigid weather, and drowning in fake tea from one too many tea parties, and I hate to break it to ya Santa, but IT'S DEFINITELY PAY BACK TIME! There had better be some changes around here this Christmas, or I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown (and trust me, you won't wanna be around to smell it). So, here's my holiday wish list for 1999, Santa. 1. A nice, comfy pair of sweat pants and a frumpy, oversized sweatshirt. I'm sick of looking like a hooker. How much smaller are these bathing suits gonna get? Do you have any idea what it feels like to have nylon and velcro up your rear? 2. Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. Preferably white silk. What bonehead at Mattel decided to cheap out and MOLD imitation underwear to my skin?!? It looks like cellulite! 3. A REAL man... maybe GI JOE. Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me-Elmo over that wimped-out excuse for a boytoy Ken. And what's with that earring anyway? If I'm gonna have to suffer with him, at least make him (and me) anatomically correct. 4. Arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is anatomically correct. 5. Breast reduction surgery. I don't care whose arm you have to twist, just get it done. 6. A sports-bra. To wear until I get the surgery. 7. A new career. Pet doctor and school teacher just don't cut it. How about a systems analyst? Or better yet, a public relations senior account exec! 8. A new, more 90's persona. Maybe "PMS Barbie", complete with a miniature container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a bag of chips; "Animal Rights Barbie", with my very own paint gun, fitted with a fake fur coat, can of red spray paint; or "Stop Smoking Barbie," sporting a Nicotrol patch and equipped wth several packs of gum. 9. No more McDonald's endorsements. The grease is wrecking my vinyl. 10. Mattel stock options. It's been 37 years-I think I deserve it. Okay Santa, that's it. Considering my valuable contribution to society, I don't think these requests are out of line. If you disagree, then you can find yourself a new girl for next Christmas. It's that simple. Yours Truly, Barbie Ken's Letter To Santa: Dear Santa, I understand that one of my colleagues has petitioned you for changes in her contract, specifically asking for anatomical and career changes. In addition, it is my understanding that disparaging remarks were made about me, my ability to please, and some of my fashion choices. I would like to take this opportunity to inform you of some of issues concerning Ms. Barbie, and some of my own needs and desires. First of all, I along with several other collegues feel Barbie DOES NOT deserve preferential treatment - the b#@*&% has everything. I, along with Joe, Jem, Raggedy Ann & Andy, DO NOT have a dreamhouse, Corvette, evening gowns, and in some cases the ablility to change our hair style. I personally have only 3 outfits which I am forced to mix and match at great length. My decision to accessorize my outfits with an earring was my decision and reflects my lifestyle choice. I too would like a change in my career. Have you ever considered "Decorator Ken", "Beauty Salon Ken", or "Out Of Work Actor Ken"? In addition, there are several other avenues which could be considered such as: "Green Lantern Ken", "Circuit Ken", "Bear Ken", "Master Ken". These would more accurately reflect my desires and perhaps open up new markets. And as for Barbie needing bendable arms so she can "push me away," I need bendable knees so I can drive, play sports.... Bendable knees would also be helpful for me in other situations - we've talked about this issue before. In closing, I would like to point out that any further concessions to the blond bimbo will result in action be taken by myself and others. And Barbie can forget about having Joe - he's mine, at least that's what he said last night. Sincerely, Ken Image Source:play-dolls.tumblr.com Thanks For Visiting

Bonus: Rankin/Bass Trivia

A collection of trivia and quizzes from Rankin/Bass and a chronological release date list of those stop-motion holiday specials. Various Fun Quizzes Pass This Rankin/Bass Christmas Specials Quiz | BuzzFeed Have a Holly Jolly Christmas With This Rankin/Bass Quiz! | HowStuffWorks Rudolph And The Rankin-Bass Holiday Empire: Facts And Trivia | GroovyHistory Release Date 1964 - Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1967 - The Cricket on the Hearth        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1967 - Mad, Mad Monsters        Rankin/Bass - Halloween Television Special 1968 - The Little Drummer Boy        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1968 - The Mouse on the Mayflower        Rankin/Bass - Thanksgiving Television Special 1969 - Frosty the Snowman        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1970 - Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1971 - Here Comes Peter Cottontail        Rankin/Bass - Easter Television Special 1972 - Mad, Mad, Mad Monsters        Rankin/Bass - Halloween Television Special 1972 - The Enchanted World of Danny Kaye: The Emperor's New Clothes        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1972 - Jack O'Lantern        Rankin/Bass - Halloween Television Special 1974 - 'Twas the Night Before Christmas        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1974 - The Little Drummer Boy, Book II        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1974 - The Year Without a Santa Claus        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1976 - The First Easter Rabbit        Rankin/Bass - Easter Television Special 1976 - Frosty's Winter Wonderland        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1976 - Rudolph's Shiny New Year        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1977 - The Easter Bunny Is Comin' to Town        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1977 - Nestor, the Long-Eared Christmas Donkey        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1978 - The Stingiest Man in Town        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1979 - Rudolph and Frosty's Christmas in July        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1979 - Jack Frost        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1980 - Pinocchio's Christmas        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1981 - The Leprechaun's Christmas Gold        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 1985 - The Life & Adventures of Santa Claus        Rankin/Bass - Television Special 2001 - Santa Baby        Rankin/Bass - Television Special Sources:Wiki | Fandom & here Thanks For Visiting

T'was Christmas Biker Style

Various biker versions of the poem for National Leon Day. Which is celebrated on June 25 every year, and marks the exact halfway point in the year to Christmas Day. Twas the night before Christmas, and out in the garage. Two Harley's were sitting...... a V Twin montage. But all of the streets they were covered with snow.... Not a safe place to ride, not a spot on the road. The tenders were plugged in and humming away. Keeping batteries charged on that cold winter day. The chrome was all shiny, the paint bright and clean, But the weather outside, it was nasty and mean. Then out in the yard I heard such a sound, But how can that be, there was no-one around? Then out in the driveway was a thunderous roar, The unmistakable sound of a V Twin, big bore. The driver was plump dressed in leather and black. A long beard of white and a big leather sack. He went to the house and walked right through the door, Leaving gifts by the tree and gifts on the floor. A helmet and shield and a new set of lights, to make the ride safe on those warm summer nights. A new set of pipes just to make the bike sing. Chrome license plate cover, a bit of new bling. Then back to his Bagger, old Biker Clause ran. He fired it up and lifted the stand. And I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight. Safe riding to all, and to all a good night. Adapted from: Southern Biker Magazine 2018 More Versions Twas the Night Before Christmas" for Bikers (Religious Theme} | SpyderLovers       — Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, Motorcycles were stored and quiet as a mouse Here in the north where the cold ... ‘Twas The Night Before Sturgis | BeantownBaggers       — ‘Twas the night before Sturgis And all through the shop Not a tool was in use Not even a mop The baggers were washed, waxed and buffed shiny with care Packed full with snacks for... A Motorcycle Christmas Poem | Twin Valley Riders       — So here it is: Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the garages, not a motorcycle was rumbling,. except for Santa Claus's Twas the Night Before Christmas (Biker Version) | VegaBondness       — Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Garage, Not a creature was stirring – not even the Dodge CMG’s Christmas Poem | Canada Motor Guide       — TWAS THE NIGHT before Christmas, and all down the street not a biker was stirring, since there was no heat. Firewood was stacked by the chimneys with care in the hope that some flames... Christmas Biker Style Poem | A.M.E. Riders       — ‘Twas the night before Christmas, And not until Spring, Would an engine be running, not even a Wing. The bikes are all sleeping, They’re covered ... Twas the night before Christmas, H-D | Harley Davidson Forums       — And I in my doo-rag, bike jacket and boots, Out shoveling snow, and dreaming of scoots. Then from the horizon there came such a clatter, My shovel I dropped, ... Biker 'Twas the night before Xmas | Harley Davidson Forums       — Twas the night before Christmas, Harley Style | Harley Davidson Forums       — Bonus: 'TWAS The Night Before Raceday | AlchemistMatt       — (This was originally in Cycle News way back in the early '70's. )   Thanks For Visiting