Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Night. Not a Rider was stirring, not even a Trikke. A blizzard was raging with new fallen snow. Building up into drifts up over your elbow. The forecast was not promising with several days of the same. Everybody said MiniMan was to blame. At the North Pole, there were long faces, the show looked a nogo. Even Santa was loosing his usual cheery glow. How would he get through on Christmas Day. With only 8 reindeer and one tiny sleigh. With things getting worse minute by the minute you know. They noticed a glow through the hard driving snow. What could be out on such a bad night? But soon the glow became a pair of Trikke lights. A Trikke in this storm? Nothing could be more absurd. But through a lull in the wind, fresh carving could be heard. In a matter of minutes, a Pon-e came out. And slid to a stop in front of the door without a doubt. Out popped a figure who casually asked. Is this SouthBay Trikke, that I passed? He glanced at his pace notes aware of his plight. We must have made a left at Canada instead of a right His name was Wilson, the driver was Andy. We invited them in for a wad of good candy. They said they were on the LSMs last stages. And hadnt been this lost in ages and ages. When we explained our problem, they said Ride this way. This time we wont make the same mistake twice today. To make a long story short, Santa followed them west. And made it on time to deliver his Trikkes for a test. Although Wilson and Andy were on their way to the north pole. They were more than happy to help the jolly old soul !
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 10:56:50 +0000
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