Twas the night before Waxmas...
And all through the garage,
Todd was doing inventory,
And so begins this short story.
To detail, or not; maybe just the bike if there is time,
He looked to the heavens, just to see if there was a sign;
And down came, with all of his people, Waxus himself, sporting Brazilian T1,
Todd smiled ear to ear, he knew this would be fun!
Todd reached for his BlackICE, before Waxus said,
"A deal with the Devil, is how they sourced their Montan,"
But Todd protested, you see it's his brand,
"The BlackICE," he said, "Is the best around. I've tested and tested; I know this firsthand."
"Don't fear the black color;
it's not the mark of the Devil;"
"In fact, it's just the best, at any price level."
Waxus was stunned to hear Todd exclaim, his devotion to ICE,
Atonement was in order; yes, atonement will suffice.
But Todd held firm, BlackICE in his hand,
He might have to flea, and live off of the land.
But then something happened; yes, it was beginning to change,
He couldn't understand because it was downright strange.
This Waxus disappeared, he was an impostor all along,
And the real Waxus appeared, singing the most beautiful song.
And along with the song, BlackICE rained down,
And rightfully wore the crown.
The crown for the best wax, which Todd nearly wore,
BlackICE for all - it is the true Waxmas spirit!
And he detailed happily ever after....
THE END