Twas the night before Christmas and out in the garage,
There wasn’t a trace of a quad or snowmobile, but there sat a YZ250X
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I’d mess with that X for a bit.
I unscrewed the bolts and took off the seat,…
When a deep voice behind me said “That looks pretty neat!.”
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood ol’ Saint Nick!
I stood there a bit, not to sure what to say,
Then he said. “Don’t suppose that you’d trade for my sleigh?”
“No way, Santa” I said with a grin,
“But if you’ve got the time we can go for a spin!”
His round little mouth, all tied like a bow’
Turned into a smile and he said ”Sure! Let’s go!!”
So not to disturb all the neighbors” retreat,
We quietly pushed the YZX down to the street.
Then, taking our places to coast down the hill,
I kicked it over and let the clutch spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With rear tire a’screaming and pipe aglow,
We headed on out to where the race bikes go.
And Santa’s grin widened approaching his ears,
With every shift as I banged through the gears.
Then he yelled “I CAN’T RECALL WHEN I’VE FELT SO ALIVE!”
So I let off the gas and asked Santa if he wanted to ride.
Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him permission,
When he walked past the handlebars all a sudden I had an intuition!
With new valving and lighter springs I had my apprehension.
The old Elf had put on a few pounds but I figured what the heck,
he’d only make a few rounds, and it sure wouldn’t hurt that suspension.
That YZX exploded with a sweet 2 stroke sound!
And when Santa popped the clutch and the rear tire shook the ground!
Power shifting into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching, at loss for a word,
Then I heard him exclaim as he blasted from sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, it’s going to be a great night”