โTwas the night before Christmas, with a long road ahead;
Itโll be well past midnight โtil weโre tucked in our bed.
With an itch for warm sand, โtween each of our toes;
Means we still have, oh my, a long way to go.
Our Lucy, our โBโ, is surely up to the task;
Sheโll take us wherever we reasonably ask.
Her wheels are turninโ; mile after mile.
On my brideโs face, thereโs a hint of a smile.
Her medical issues, Iโm sure still on her mind;
But, at least for a while, sheโll leave โem behind.
The weather turned cold at home some time ago;
The thought of a long winter, well, we just had to go.
Lucyโs pullinโ a trailer with our Burgman inside;
Canโt wait โtil itโs warm to go for a ride.
But, alas, that simply wonโt be today;
โCause we still have to go quite a long way.
But, during the night, our site will become our home;
My bride will likely finish her day with her usual tome.
When morning arrives, weโll just have to see;
If Santa knew just where weโd be?
He has an unusual knack to keep track of folks;
But only those, of course, whoโve been โgoodโ blokes.
While I canโt say, for sure, his opinion of me;
I am quite sure that my bride has been โgoodโ you see.
Iโll be up afore dawn, as is my daily habit;
Iโll light our small tree, with a favorite gadget.
The coffee and tea, on the stove will be brewing;
The sun rising over the water; awaits our viewing.
Soon we'll start our Burgman and itโs off for a ride;
Sheโs been parked for some time, I must confide.
But, thatโs tomorrow, weโve a way yet to go this day;
So that means we have just a bit more to say.
As day turns to night, and Santa takes flight;
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Cheers.
