Motorcycle Season
Back around '87 and '88 or so I was living in Finagle's Freehold.   We (meaning the household in general) had a Triumph Bonneville that none of us felt like either riding in the winter or leaving outside, so we'd haul it into the living room.  Around Christmas time, we'd put lights and tinsel and ribbons on it, and any presents that happened to be around would go under it.  From time to time we would stand around it singing carols.

Herewith, a sample.

Oh Christmas bike Oh Christmas bike,
You're leaking so much oil.
Oh Christmas bike Oh Christmas bike,
My hardwood floors are spoiled.
From gleaming pipes to handlebars
You're here cuz there's no room for cars.
Oh Christmas bike Oh Christmas bike,
You're leaking so much oil.

Turn off the TV and computer
Fala la la la la, la la la la.
See our happy Christmas scooter.
Fala la la la la, la la la la.
Lights and candles, green and red gear.
Fala la la la la, la la la.
Don't forget protective headgear.
Fala la la la, la la la la.

Silent bike, holy bike
Kickstand holding it upright.
Round yon Triumph with no space to ride.
Room filling up with carbon monoxide.
Sleep in heavenly fumes
Sleep in heavenly fumes.

Jingle bike jingle bike, sliding to  a spill.
Oh what fun it is to ride on a Triumph Bonneville
Jingle bike jingle bike, sliding to a spill
Oh what fun it is to ride on a Triumph Bonneville.
  Riding through the house
  Easy as you please
  Down the stairs we go
  With 750 CCs.
  Lights on signals blink
  Making Christmas zoom
  Oh what fun is wiping out in the living room!
Oh, Jingle bike, jingle bike...