Santa RIdes A Harley

by

Phil Pochurek

I always wondered what Santa did
In the off-season.
When he wasn’t behind his sled.
Santa rides a Harley
I saw him the other day
His white beard blowing in the wind.
Headin north on the freeway
Probably goin home again.
At first I couldn’t believe my eyes
And questioned what I saw
Until I pulled up beside him
And there it was painted on his gas tank "S. Claus."
He had sleigh bells on his handlebars
And wore long black leather boots
Just like the ones he wears at Christmas
That go with his red Santa suit.
His glasses were dark
So I couldn’t see his eyes
But his smile was there
In true Santa Claus size.
This dude was Big! No I mean really!
And when he hit a bump
There was no doubt that
His stomach shook like a bowl of jelly.
I drove beside Santa as long as I could
Just watching him cruzin
Made me feel good.
I knew it was Santa
There’s no doubt in my mind
Behind a sled or a Harley
He’s one of a kind.
And as I turned off for work
He smiled over my way.
He knew that I knew who he was that day.
He waved and he winked laid his finger to his nose.
Then shifted into gear up the freeway he goes, quickly fading way.
I’ll think I’ll ask him about his Harley this year
When I see him on Christmas Day.

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