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'Twas the Trials before Christmas....

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'Twas the Trials before Christmas, when all through the house

There were hopes of new sprockets, from Renthal or Krause;

Raptors and X-Lites all fitted with care,

Creating new horsepower to hop here and hop there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While on Betas and Ossas they played in their heads;

And mom in her Hebo shirt and I in No-Fear,

Had just settled in for the snooze of the year,

When from a four-stroke there arose such a clatter,

I thought that it's valve train would soon for sure shatter.

With speeds I've not seen, I was sure it would slip,

This want-to-be trials bike did a fearsome double blip!

I peered out the window to the section below

Could this be a bike or just yellow snow,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Man on an GasGas sporting Red and White gear,

With that little old rider, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment that this bike was trick!.

With Hebo and Jitzie, S3 and Tag,

It looked to be from an X-Trials wish bag;

"Now, Michelin! now, IRC! Now, Gaerne and Yomee!

On, Wulf! on Clice! On trick bits from Jitsee!

Things dreams are made of from bars to wheel!

Afforded by all, that is if we STEAL!!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So out to the sections the Riders they flew,

With bikes filled with high-test, and strawberry pre-mix too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the roof

Someone hitting the Chimney with an audible OOF!.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Thinking who else but Twang would fall to the ground?

Dressed all in trials gear, from helmet to boot,

His visage was tarnished with dirt, grime and soot.

A bundle of bike parts strapped to his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His goggles -- how they twinkled! His jersey how scary!

With straps intertwined, through a helmet quite cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

Off the biggest lost crossing, holding pressure he did go.

Bouncing the back wheel off the stump of a tree,

Into the forest he rode laughing with glee!

And close behind but gaining fast,

Laser17 on his cherry Gas Gas

There was Toni and Geoff, Adam and Schreiber,

Clearing the drifts with a Jap Zap half-gainer;

Albert and Graham tried to give it a wack,

by busting out crazed versions of a No-Stop Nac-Nac;

When out of the east, with the skies twinkling and aquamarine,

came the smallest elf with a blazing fast clean,

A wee button nose and rosy red cheek,

It was 2Ply, the hardest to beat;

He splattered the roof top, above all the rest,

With a grin on his face and "Chief Observer" on his chest.

I heard him exclaim, as my heart swelled with pride...

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good ride!


Merry Christmas to all....here's hoping Santa brings you many new toys for your trials bikes and clean sections to all!

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