Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
Bob is ready for parties with his holiday crown.
Goldie is tucked away for the season,
But Bob does wonder, what is the reason?
Goldie has a trailer that fits her just right
Why not load up and head off in the night?
His human friend is chatting with friends from the South
And he can’t help but be a little down in the mouth.
As they plan their route for a New Year’s Eve ride
My human realizes he will be staying inside
But then we reflected on our travels through the year
And the thoughts of our journeys brought a grin ear to ear
With memories of rides, adventures and friends,
My posts recollect an abundance of wends.
Three hundred and seventy-five tales from the road,
Each one a venture, each one a bright ode.
From Sonny to Angie, and Ron, Eric and Grace,
Bob missed all his pals from every vast space.
Christina, Kerri Anne, Shawn, Chase, and Darren,
Karen’s laughter echoed; it made Bob feel barren.
As the snow gently fell, and he thought of the Season,
His dreams of biking were replaced with some reason.
Our celebration tonight is with Harry and group.
Then, a couple of days later, it’s on to the soup.
And though winter is cold, and the roads are all white,
The warmth of family lingers with Bob through the night.
He looks to the New Year with hope and with glee,
For good health and happiness for all that he sees.
So he snuggled in tight, as the stars brightened high,
With thoughts of his friends under the vast winter sky.
“Soon,” he quacked softly, “I’ll ride once again,
With Goldie beneath me, and the best of my friends.”
Twas the night before Christmas, hopes soared like a kite,
Bob closed his eyes softly and wished all a good night.
NEVER MISS A
