Not scooter or christmas related but I remember as a three year old who had just come out of hospital after a series of eye operations, being given a pedal car for my birthday. My parents were aghast as I pedalled off at high speed straight into a gate post, smashing it's plastic body. My father, a skilled woodworker, made a replacement me-proof wooden body for it strong enough that I could give my sister rides on it. It was the start of a lifetime of pedal powered misadventures that now in my mid-forties I show no sign of escaping!
So let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,
Hail our dear old friend kris kringle,
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Don't stand underneath when they fly by.