December 23rd, 2019 By anvil

Twas two morning before Christmas when all through the parking deck no pax was stirring not even a Chicken Strip. The running gloves were set by the steering wheel with care in hopes that a group of pax soon would be there.  The fartsackers were nestled all snug in their bed while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.  And FireChicken in his kerchief and and The Burgh in his cap had just settled in for a long winters nap.  When in front of the deck there arose such a clatter I sprang from my Truck to see what was a matter. Away to the entrance I flew like a flash slammed my door shut and tossed my keys in the back.  The streetlight on the breast of the new fallen rain gave the luster of darken to objects below.  When what to my wondering eyes should appear but a cell phone tower truck and three other pax were near. The little old driver was lively at his craft I knew in a moment it must be Backdraft.   More rapid than eagle the pax they arrived, and Backdraft honked his horn at every car he drove by. On Hurdle, On Squid, On Grandmaster and Anvil, where’s Gunny, where’s Firechicken, where’s Chicken strip and Big Country. To the top of the deck, to the top of the wall sits, now dash a ramp, jog a ramp, dash a ramp all. As we drew in a breath and were turning around down the stairwell we all came in a bound. Backdraft for left brown route and we laughed when we saw him in spite of ourselves.  We said not a word but went straight to core work,  then stretches we did.  Then I heard Grandmaster exclaim as he drove out of sight “To Editions for coffee if not have a good night.”

 

It was an honor to lead.  Thanks to those that came out today you are the only reason I came out.

Merry Christmas

Anvil

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