Twas the night before Christmas.
and all through the yard,
the Big Bolts were tired,
they all had worked hard.
When what to their wondering headlights should appear, but a broke down old sleigh and eight exhausted reindeer.
Santa was anguished and in a great fright.
How am I going to deliver tonight?
When up rolled Brunhilde (a Viking) and here's what she said:
Don't worry Santa we'll haul that sled!
On '59, on '48, pick up your load,
Come Taskmaster, come "AD"; lets hit the road.
A flat bed, a stocktruck, a firebolt and more, they loaded him up, it wasn't a chore.
And with the brawn and the muscle that makes them so right,
they delivered the toys for Santa that night.
With a jolly good laugh and a wish of good cheer, He said "heck" with the sled: it's Big Bolts next year!
May you have a Blessed and Merry Christmas, in the name of Jesus, Amen
Last edited by Matthew Blair; 12/25/2010 1:16 AM.
