the Santa Run

Another year, the time has come,

When all Bikers together, go on the Santa run.

We all buy presents to take on the ride,

To give to the children or leave by their side.

As we see their faces start to glow,

When they see all the bikes and we put on a show.

We dress up our bikes with tinsel and glitter,

Some children in wheelchairs, Watched by their sitter.

We have a police escort, Guide us down the road,

Alway's observing  the highway code.

People line the route along the way,

Waving and shouting, It's great I must say.

As we arrive at the hospital, Presents in hand,

Then we sing carols, Together we stand.

It's a wonderful day to look forward to each year,

As we all raise our arms and give out a cheer.