'Twas the day before Christmas
and on the usual trail,
Tri-guy was running
at the pace of a snail.
His calf was all fixed
and hammies were stretched
in hopes that decent times
could possibly be fetched.
This was not to happen
on the roads out today,
as snow turned "Brown Sugar"
and time slipped away.
And what to his wondrous
eyes should appear,
but a fantastic Santa hat
that was sure to spread cheer.
So up on his head,
as merry attire
Tri-gy headed out
for a lap of the Shire.
Left-Right, Left-Right,
'round the course he flew;
wishing festive greetings
to people familiar and new.
And they heard him exclaim,
as he ran out of sight.
"Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a good night!"
All apologies to Clement Clarke Moore.
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