Santa's Scooter Adventure

Down in the holler. Past the deepest snow. Where the pine

trees shimmer. And the bonfires glow. He ain't in a sleigh.

He ain't got no deer. He's revving up chrome and shifting top

gear. Red suit, black boots, beard in the wind.

He's got gifts for the rebels and peace to send. Santa rides a

scooter roaring through the night. Candy cane, handlebar,

sleighbells on the pipes. He's got a sack full of freedom,

joy in his grip. Rolling down the back roads with a peppermint