Hmmmm what do you do with your Mossberg? New furniture? Well, however you dress up your girl for the holidays or just around the house, one thing is for sure. You need to look over at Streamlight to see all the goodies they have.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Glocks, SIG’s and Mossberg’s danc’d in their heads, And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap- When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Grabbing my Mossberg with my new Streamlight, Away to the window I flew like a bird in flight, Tore open the shutters, and drew up the light. The Streamlight lite up like the moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the glare of mid-day to objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a person’s shadow, next to my eight tiny rein-deer’s, With a little smile on my face, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment this was it! More rapid than I thought as I headed for the door, A blast from my Streamlight whistled through the night, and I shouted, and call’d him by name: “Now! Punk, jerk, victim, “On! With your business to someone else’s home, on you go! “To the top of the porch I ran! My Streamlight beamed him to the top of the wall! As he heard the ratchet of the slide as it loaded into gear, “Now dash away! dash away! dash away all I yelled!” As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, So up the wall he went, With his pants full of something, a twinkling in my eye, The prancing and pawing I could hear of each little foot step as he ran away. As I drew back the shotgun away from my shoulder, I was turning around, When next to the chimney old St. Nicholas came with a bound: He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot; An AR with his new Streamlight over his shoulder yelling towards me, “I got your back.” Laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle: But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight- Happy Christmas to all, and to all enjoy your Streamlight!!
- Forend light produces 1,000 lumens
- Sleek design that eliminates the need for remote cords, reducing snag hazards.
- Ambidextrous switch (switches on both sides) with momentary and constant on functionality
- Works with Mossberg 500®/590®, 590 Shockwave and Remington 870™
What did you think about that? Head over to Streamlight and check them out!! Until next time…