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TRAILERKING wrote:

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PIEERE wrote:

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 It's the week before Christmas and all through the city; everyone was stirring even the kitty. Well; all of a sudden there was such a clatter as vehicles crashed and many were scattered. And all of sudden who should appear; eight large wreckers to make the way clear and an ambulance with medics who really cared! They checked all the people no injuries at all; transportation was provided to a huge Christmas Ball where there was dancing and food; and an appearance by Santa........

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 .......RV's were lined up from Vegas to Atlanta. 

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As dry leaves flutter when RVs pass by,

Then meet a wind gust and mount to the sky.

So thru the campground gate the Rvs they did roll,

With the rigs full of gear, adventure the goal.

And then in a moment, I heard at the door,

The knocking and chatting of friends back for more.

As I drew back from the window, turning back in,

There was Santa nearby the fridge, holding my gin.

He was dressed all casual, jeans and a hoodie,

His clothes were soiled dribbling crumbs from our goodies.

A bundle of stuff lay all over the floor,

And yet, back to the fridge he went to score.

His eyes... they were all glazed, time for a snooze,

It's what happens when you drink all of my booze.

His droll little mouth was drawn up in a curl,

I knew in an instant he was about to hurl.

The rim of a shot glass he held to his lip,

He downed it all, not missing a drip.

With a broad sloppy smile and a big wide gut,

That gurgled, when he belched and spit up a nut.

He was chubby and plump, a big fat bum

And I cried when I saw him, gone was my rum.

A wink of his eye, a tap to his nose,

All of my private stock, there it goes.

He spoke a not a word, and went straight to his task,

Filled all the stockings, he had overlooked my flask.

At least with good intentions is what he meant, 

And giving a nod, out the rig door he went.

He sprang to his truck, its engine roared to life,

And away he flew, leaving ruts like a knife.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out the gate,

Merry Christmas, dibs next year on site twenty eight.

NWescapee wrote:

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Wow Brian, some day we'll have to meet, my hubby was laughing so hard as I read this out loud to him.

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 Looking forward to it.