I'm dreaming of a gray Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know.
Where the riders clip in
And there's no flipin'
On icy roads or piled up snow.
I'm dreaming of a gray Christmas
With every spinning class inside.
Please forgive. I won't be your guide.
Oh how much I want an outside ride!
Got this from a friend, thanks Jenn!
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