Here we go ...

Twas the week before Christmas
when all through he Haven ....

not a creature was stirring
not even a Raven ...

(What ... no poets here???)

The carb was in pieces all over the bench
It looked like Neon had been here with a wrench ...

Joey was sleeping all snug in his bed
dreaming his bike was silver ... not red.

The injun in her kerchief and Bill in his cap
had just settled their brains for a long winter nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter ...
I sprung from my bed, to watch Stumble splatter

Away to the window I flew like a flash
Got there in time to see D hiding his stash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of SILVER to objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Honda, and eight Haveners drinking beer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Trip.

More rapid than Dino his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Trashman! now, Tracy! now, FireLady and Dishon!
On, Gary! On, Eric!, on Smokum and Ray!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Trip came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to hisfeet,
And he looked like a pimp just hitting the street..
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how they sunk!
I knew right away he had to be drunk!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
It wasn't tobacco he stuffed in that pipe,
I've smelled it before and this stuff was ripe!

He was chubby and plump, his coat a little stuffy,
And I laughed when I saw him, he looked just like Snuffy!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
he rebuilt the carb, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to set his team free,
And away they flew like a silver 1800 C.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas you Haveners, and to all a good-night!"

Now that my brothers and sisters .... is how you ho .... ho ho

Merry CHRISTmas.

Bravo Brother Len. You should write childrens books.

right on lenny , a good ho u are , good job

That was really cool!! Good job Sir Lenny!!

Good Job Len, I liked that. And a Merry Christmas to you and all my Haven Brutha's.