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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the RV
Not a creature was stirring, not even me!
The water lines and hoses were coiled with care,
In hopes that spring weather soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Algonquin danced in their heads;
And mom in her ‘down vest, and I in my cap,
Had settled into planning our next summer’s map,
When out in the driveway there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the laptop to see what was the matter.
To the front door, I flew like a shot,
Maybe it’s Amazon, wonder what I got?
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a parade of bright trailers of the new model year!
With a red haired driver, so bright eyed and dandy,
I knew in a moment it must be dear Andy.
More rapid than eagles his counsel it came,
And he shared the great wisdom that earned him his fame.
"Now, Bambi! now, Atlas!, Now Caravel and Sport!
On, Alto! on, Delta!, Transcend and Plateau!
To the top of the mountains! to that site at the beach!
If you are hitched up correctly it’s all within reach!"
So he set up the bars and the hitch angles just right,
With that shiny tow vehicle under Christmas starlight.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the street,
A caravan of new trailers all perfect and neat.
When I turned my head, back to my own RV,
Like a deer in the headlights, I was so stunned to see,
Not a giant 250, or a monster truck,
But a sleek low sports car to my trailer stuck,
It made not a sound, but was surely alive,
And the door opened up and beckoned me, “drive!”
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