joatmon
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shed,
Symptoms of CAD were rearing its ugly head.
The wall of bars were hung so neatly with care,
In hopes that a long bar would soon be placed there.
The chainsaws were laid out, well placed on the floor,
While visions of tomorrow were hoping for more.
With tools in hand and chainsaw on my lap,
I had just started to remove the red limiter cap.
When out on the road I heard a familiar clatter,
I sprang from the shed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Should I buy more when we’re so short of cash?
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a shiny lustre making cream and orange glow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the big old brown truck that we all hold so dear.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment my packages he would pick.
More rapid than the post office, quickly he came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dolmar! Now, Husky! Now, Solo and Stihl!
So many new saws that it didn’t seem real,
“On, bar! On, chain! On sprocket and oil!”
My list was complete ‘cept for the unlimited coil.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And filled up my shed, then turned with a jerk.
As I ran my fingers along each shiny new part,
The burritos were working, so I let out a f_rt!
But I had one last package; it was the gift that sucks,
Gave her a shiny new vacuum from Electrolux,
You relate to this story? You know we’re not right,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Symptoms of CAD were rearing its ugly head.
The wall of bars were hung so neatly with care,
In hopes that a long bar would soon be placed there.
The chainsaws were laid out, well placed on the floor,
While visions of tomorrow were hoping for more.
With tools in hand and chainsaw on my lap,
I had just started to remove the red limiter cap.
When out on the road I heard a familiar clatter,
I sprang from the shed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Should I buy more when we’re so short of cash?
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a shiny lustre making cream and orange glow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the big old brown truck that we all hold so dear.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment my packages he would pick.
More rapid than the post office, quickly he came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dolmar! Now, Husky! Now, Solo and Stihl!
So many new saws that it didn’t seem real,
“On, bar! On, chain! On sprocket and oil!”
My list was complete ‘cept for the unlimited coil.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And filled up my shed, then turned with a jerk.
As I ran my fingers along each shiny new part,
The burritos were working, so I let out a f_rt!
But I had one last package; it was the gift that sucks,
Gave her a shiny new vacuum from Electrolux,
You relate to this story? You know we’re not right,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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