I did not write this: Coghauler did

‘Twas the night before Christmas
and out on the street,
Everybody was cycling and, man,
was it neat!
The fixies were hopping
at the stop signs with care, coz
Tucson Bike Lawyer said the
cops would be there!
El Grupo was racing, staying in a line
straight.
Ignacio was beaming,
saying, “Man, ain’t they great?”
And Mom on her Surly and me on my Trek,
Were loaded with presents, trying not
to wreck!
When over on 6th Street there came such a
noise,
The whole group did a u-ie,
but maintained their poise.
And over to Bicas they pedalled
like crazy,
Three fell on the tracks saying,
“Oh, woopsey-daisy”.
Into the lot the cyclists tore,
Looking this way and that to find
out the score.
They just couldn’t figure, so gathered
around
That one lowly window and here’s
what they found.
One huge cargo bike and
Eight La Supremas;
A ton of new bike parts
and the one we call Claus.
He spoke not a word and
got real busy.
Just standing there watching
made everyone dizzy.
He gave the wheels new tires
And put the bikes all in rows.
He oiled the chains and got
grease on his nose.
He fixed all the Peugeots, the
Raleighs and Schwinns;
put wheels on the racks and
parts in the bins.
But before the Supremas gave the
cargo a lift.
Lights, helmets and bells
were the bike’s final gift.
And he said as he left
flying o’er the freight train,
“Merry Christmas to all and bikes
may use full lane!”.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY