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Santa's a Biker
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by
Ironhorse Writer
©12/09/2003
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His bright red suit sports fluffy white trim
Not quite obese but a far cry from slim
Calf high boots all shiny and black
Totes a world of toys in a magical sack
Rides a custom sleigh scoot
Flames on each side
Not a horse-powered relic
It’s a Reindeer Glide
‘Cause Santa’s a Biker
‘Big Daddy’ of cool
First page, chapter one
In the ‘Book of Old School’
Got a curvy ‘ol lady
Who supports the cause
On those North Pole nights
She supports ‘The Claus’
He hangs with a group called ‘Elves MC’
All bad to the bone, all three foot three
Filling the orders, loading’ the sleigh
Hitting’ the eggnog while the Big Guy’s away
There are those who would doubt
Say, Santa’s’ not real
But, for we who ride
He’s the genuine deal
‘Cause Santa’s a Biker
‘Big Daddy’ of cool
First page, chapter one
In the ‘Book of Old School’
Believe with your heart
Not with your head
See as the child
In a hospital bed
For thunder on the street
Is their click, click, click
Of Reindeer on a roof
Scootin' ‘Ol Saint Nick
Yes, Santa's every Biker
When all is said and done
He'll make the rounds through those who ride
On every Toy Run
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