Twas the ride before Christmas, and all through the state,
A roar echoed softly—it wasn’t too late.
For there on his Harley, with gifts in the side,
Was Motorcycle Santa, in full festive pride.
The children of Elmcrest, all giddy with cheer,
Knew their hero was coming—the day was now here!
With signs they created, they stood by the gate,
Eagerly waiting, they just couldn’t wait.
For 24 seasons, he’s brought joy to our halls,
From teddy bears to Barbies, to bean bags and balls.
Once upon his Harley, now in his bus,
Stuffed to the brim with presents for us.
But this year was special, or so Mike had said,
He thought it might be time to hang up his red.
“I’ve done what I can, my heart’s had its fill,”
But a smile from a child has a magical thrill.
When Motorcycle Santa arrived at Early Ed,
The children’s sweet laughter rang all through his head.
Into each classroom, with a gift bag in hand,
He greeted the kiddos—it was perfectly grand.
Tiny hands reached for presents, and wide eyes aglow,
Their joy sparked a memory he couldn’t let go.
As he left the last room with his heart full and light,
He paused for a moment to reflect on that sight.
“This was gonna be my last year,” Mike began,
“But seeing those smiles? I’ve got a new plan.
Next December, you’ll see me—count on that cheer,
Because Motorcycle Santa is coming back here!”
His story inspires—he once needed care,
And now he gives hope with a spirit so rare.
A boy’s home in Maine shaped the man he’d become,
And now every December, he makes magic run.
With his guardian angel, dear Tracey, above,
He spreads her sweet kindness, her passion, her love.
To every young soul who needs it the most,
He’s their Christmas miracle, their holiday toast.
So here’s to Mike Dube, our own Santa Claus,
Bringing joy to Elmcrest, earning hearty applause.
As he revs up his bus and rides out of sight,
We cheer, “Merry Christmas, Mike! See you next flight!”
