'Twas the night before Christmas at Oley’s, when all through the auction house

Not a creature was stirring, ok there probably was more than one mouse.

The firearms were all hung on their racks with great care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

All the trucks were plugged in just waiting to run,
Ready to plow when weather is anything less than fun.

The new tractor too was waiting ready to go,
The sanders were sleeping, just waiting for snow.

When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
For once it wasn’t a broken truck that was the matter.
And it wasn’t a triaxle here dumping sand,

Or a Uhaul being siphoned or coming in unplanned.

The moon and the street lights all lit up the snow,
They made sure he had no problem seeing our signs down below.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
A great big yard to park his sleigh and all his reindeer.

With so many business all in one spot- he had to pick,
The choices would be easy, he was after all-St. Nick.
He saw all the plow trucks that all look the same,

And he laughed then shouted, and called them by name.

"Now, JOHNSON! now, JOSE! now, JAMESON and J.P.!
On,JACKSON! On LIMO! On the BEAST and JOHNNY!
From one end of the yard to the other they all got in line,
And put on their blinky lights so he could see all was fine.

He came to us as we have the best gifts,

He’d heard so much about Oley’s he certainly got the drift.
Our shelves were fully stocked and just waiting for him,

And our prices were low and wouldn’t cost him a limb.

He knew in an instant he was at the right place,

He only hoped that his sleigh would have enough space.
His eyes twinkled with excitement as he made his way in,

A store with this much stuff- he didn’t know where to begin.

He was dressed all in camo, from his head to his feet,
He knew “that look” was one red clothing just couldn’t be beat.

An empty bundle for toys he had flung on his back,
He was here for gifts to fill up his pack.

He scanned all the racks and all the locked cases,
and picked up some supplies to take the toys places.
First stop was some slings and then added some clays,
He put in some hot seats for those awful cold days.

Then into the knife case he made his way with glee,

Then over to the Vortex scopes to help hunters see.

He knew they need storage and got cabinets and cases,

He couldn’t wait to see the stunned look on their faces!

He kept filling his sack with all the gifts Oley’s had,

They were all excellent useful tools and nothing was bad.

He rounded the counters to where only the staff exist,

Then added some names to the top of his naughty list!

He lastly chose some ammo and that added some weight,

He hoped his sleigh would be able to clear the gate.

The final additions were made of metal and wood,

We hope he delivered some to Ottawa, we really hope he could!

He spoke not a word, but finished all his work,
He was ready to fill stockings; but he turned with a jerk.
He moved like the wind to not set off the alarm,
He snuck out the door-it worked like a charm.

He sprang to his sleigh, it was heavy as can be,

And away they all flew with gifts for under your tree.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!