Bfromla
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Been posted before, sorry. :sour: Lost original thread & creators, however...
:yes:
hyea: :yes:
Spyder song
Dashing through the snow in an open 1330 sleigh, over the hills we go laughing all the way.
Air wings and floorboards adjusted so, feeling all so smug, can’t wait to see Alaska sitting on my sheepskin rug.
Farkles are paid for and in the stocking with care in hopes that BRP tires do not need a spare.
On Karyl, on Ann, on Joe, let’s be gone on our bikes, should we see a bears on the way do not fright.
Nxt song
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, Santa gave to me:
12 Eager Friends
11 More Days Vacation
10 New Planned Trips
9 Bike Projects
8 Months of Riding
7 SpyderFests
6 Sunny Days (Each Week...)
5 Ambass-a-dors...
4 Shiny Farkles
3 Turning Wheels
2 More Years of Warranty
And a Brand New Spyder Ryder
TWAS the night before Christmas
when all through the house
I searched for the tools
to hand to my spouse.
Instructions were studied
and we were inspired,
in hopes we could manage
"Some Assembly Required."
The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds,
while Dad and I faced the evening with dread:
a kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's townhouse to boot!
And now, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot!
We opened the boxes,
my heart skipped a beat
let no parts be missing
or parts incomplete!
Too late for last-minute returns or replacement;
if we can't get it right, it goes straight to the basement!
When what to my worrying eyes should appear
but 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear,
With each part numbered and every slot named,
so if we failed, only we could be blamed.
More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out,
all over the carpet they were scattered about.
"Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there!
Slide on the seats, and staple the stair!
Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand."
"Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand."
And then in a twinkling, I knew for a fact
that all the toy dealers had indeed made a pact
to keep parents busy all Christmas Eve night
with "assembly required" till morning's first light.
We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work,
till our eyes, they went blurry; our fingers all hurt.
The coffee went cold and the night, it wore thin
before we attached the last rod and last pin.
Then laying the tools away in the chest,
we fell into bed for a well-deserved rest.
But I said to my husband just before I passed out,
"This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt.
Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring,
and not run to the store for one single thing!
We did it! We did it! The toys are all set
for the perfect, most magical, Christmas, I bet!"
Then off to dreamland and sweet repose
I gratefully went, though I suppose
there's something to say for those self-deluded
I'd forgotten that BATTERIES are never included!
Merry CHRISTMAS to all :bowdown:
ray: ray:
:yes:
hyea: :yes:Spyder song
Dashing through the snow in an open 1330 sleigh, over the hills we go laughing all the way.
Air wings and floorboards adjusted so, feeling all so smug, can’t wait to see Alaska sitting on my sheepskin rug.
Farkles are paid for and in the stocking with care in hopes that BRP tires do not need a spare.
On Karyl, on Ann, on Joe, let’s be gone on our bikes, should we see a bears on the way do not fright.
Nxt song
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, Santa gave to me:
12 Eager Friends
11 More Days Vacation
10 New Planned Trips
9 Bike Projects
8 Months of Riding
7 SpyderFests
6 Sunny Days (Each Week...)
5 Ambass-a-dors...
4 Shiny Farkles
3 Turning Wheels
2 More Years of Warranty
And a Brand New Spyder Ryder
TWAS the night before Christmas
when all through the house
I searched for the tools
to hand to my spouse.
Instructions were studied
and we were inspired,
in hopes we could manage
"Some Assembly Required."
The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds,
while Dad and I faced the evening with dread:
a kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's townhouse to boot!
And now, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot!
We opened the boxes,
my heart skipped a beat
let no parts be missing
or parts incomplete!
Too late for last-minute returns or replacement;
if we can't get it right, it goes straight to the basement!
When what to my worrying eyes should appear
but 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear,
With each part numbered and every slot named,
so if we failed, only we could be blamed.
More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out,
all over the carpet they were scattered about.
"Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there!
Slide on the seats, and staple the stair!
Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand."
"Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand."
And then in a twinkling, I knew for a fact
that all the toy dealers had indeed made a pact
to keep parents busy all Christmas Eve night
with "assembly required" till morning's first light.
We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work,
till our eyes, they went blurry; our fingers all hurt.
The coffee went cold and the night, it wore thin
before we attached the last rod and last pin.
Then laying the tools away in the chest,
we fell into bed for a well-deserved rest.
But I said to my husband just before I passed out,
"This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt.
Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring,
and not run to the store for one single thing!
We did it! We did it! The toys are all set
for the perfect, most magical, Christmas, I bet!"
Then off to dreamland and sweet repose
I gratefully went, though I suppose
there's something to say for those self-deluded
I'd forgotten that BATTERIES are never included!
Merry CHRISTMAS to all :bowdown:
ray: ray:
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