12/25/2024
'Twas the night before Christmas, and down every lane,
The truckers were hauling through snow, sleet, and rain.
The trailers were packed with treasures galore,
From goodies and cookies to toys by the score.
The families were nestled, asleep in their beds,
While visions of Christmas treasures danced in their heads.
But out on the highways, the drivers stayed strong,
Humming holiday classics, a trucking sing-along.
When up in the cab there arose such a clatter,
A GPS dinged—“Reroute? What’s the matter?”
The driver just laughed and gave it a smack,
Saying, “No tech can outsmart this old road map!”
The moon on the chrome of their eighteen-wheeled sleigh,
Gave a holiday glow to their long-haul ballet.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a convoy of drivers shouting, “We’re here!”
With a CB-radio voice, lively and stacked,
They knew in a moment, it must be St. Mack.
His big rig gleamed, with lights all aglow,
And he hollered, “Let’s roll, there’s no time for snow!”
The driver in red, with a grin ear to ear,
Called out to the truckers, “Let’s shift into gear!
On Kenworth, on Peterbilt, on Mack and Freightliner,
Deliver these gifts! There’s no job that’s finer!”
The truck stops were glowing with laughter and cheer,
As drivers refueled with donuts and gear.
Each package they hauled, each mile they’d tread,
Brought joy to the world (and kept them well-fed).
So, if you’re at home, all snug in your bed
Don’t forget those who won’t rest their head
As they drive our goods, from coast to coast,
It’s the truckers we thank—our holiday hosts!
Remember, when you see a big rig on the road,
To give them a wave of thanks for each and every load
For Santa works but one night a year,
But truckers deliver every day without fear.
The pump of your arm just might make their day,
So, throw it up in a great big way,
And hear them exclaim as they roll out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and keep these roads bright!”