"Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Co-Op, not a creature was stirring, not even Aaron the bike mechanic. All the volunteers were nestled in their beds, knowing that their hard work had helped someone less fortunate. And Amy in her kerchief, and Lee in his cap, had just settled down for a long winters nap.
When out on Western Avenue there arose such a clatter, that Raul ran to the front door to see what was the matter. When what to his wondering eyes should appear, but a sleigh powered by one of Lee's bike machines. With a little old driver, so lively and quick he knew right away it had to be Alan.
As he drew back inside, and turned around, Raul saw Alan come with a bound. He was dressed in fur, from head to his foot, and his clothes were tarnished with rubber cement. A bundle of inner tubes he had flung on his back, and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled the bins, then turned with a jerk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, down the stairs he rose. He sprank to his sleigh, and fired up the bike machine, and away he flew like a classic Pashley. But I heard him exclaim, as he peddled out of sight, Merry Christmas to Lee, and Amy, and Raul,and Gabby, and Mike, and Gary, and Carle, and all the volunteers, and to all a good night!
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