By Chatham George Paulson-Thomas & Stefan Schoofveldt
‘Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the town,
Not a creature was stirring; they’re all hunkered down.
But in the bike shop, a mystery reared,
A missing bicycle, from its rack disappeared.
Detective Clara Pedalton, a cyclist with flair,
Arrived at the shop, ready to declare,
“I’ll find this bike, to keep it from freezing,
No mystery shall ruin this Christmas season.”
Clara pedaled through snowy lanes,
Interviewing folks, exercising her brain.
From carolers to shopkeepers, each had a tale,
Of a jingling bike, on a Christmas trail.
At the North Pole, working in haste,
At Santa’s workshop, with a lead she was graced.
The elves giggled, the reindeer played,
But a bike that is missing? Santa’s dismayed.
A mysterious map, wrapped in paper bright,
Led Clara on a magical yuletide flight.
Through candy cane forests and mistletoe lanes,
Towards the missing bike and festive chains.
A gingerbread café, so warm and so sweet,
Revealed more clues, on a Brooks leather seat.
Clara sipped cocoa, crumbs in her lap,
Solving the case with a gingerbread snap.
Sleigh bells jingled, a suspect appeared,
A cyclist named Kris, as Clara feared.
With tinsel in spokes, he confessed with glee,
“I borrowed the bike for a Christmas spree.”
But Kris was a decoy, the mystery deepened,
Clara tried to keep up, as the road steepened.
Clara dug deeper, in logs she found,
Shiny strands of tinsel. “Yes! the bike is around!”
Through snow-covered hills and frozen streams,
Clara followed the shimmering gleams.
A winter wonderland, mysteries untold,
Where was the bike; alone in the cold?
On Christmas Eve, a midnight ride,
Clara chased shadows, with lights on her side.
Through snowy alleys, beneath starry skies,
Reindeer footprints, a Christmas surprise.
In the town square, garlands wound tight,
Clara discovered a peculiar sight.
The missing bike, ever so near,
Tangled in tinsel, adorned with cheer!
The mystery solved, the town loudly voiced,
“Christmas is saved,” as Clara rejoiced
Back at the bike shop, the cycle returned,
A cozy Christmas, a Yule log burned.
With tinsel and laughter, the bike back in place,
A holiday mystery, the town e’er embraced.
I’m a tad confused. Did Steven Sheffield write this or was it written by the duo mentioned (George Paulson-Thomas & Stefan Schoofveldt)? I have been compiling some parodies, and, since I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it, I would like to give proper credit if it goes anywhere.