Monday, December 20, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Every creature was stirring, even the mouse.
The hay bales were stacked by the fence with great care
In hopes that the semi soon would be there.
The toddlers were nestled all snug in bunk beds
While visions of tractors danced in their heads.
And I in my apron and he in his cap
Had no time to settle down for a long winter’s nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the kitchen to see what was the matter
Away to the porch I flew like a flash
Tore open the door, while forgetting my sash
The wind from the north, blew the new-fallen snow
Gave snowdrifts of dirt around objects below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But eight of our cows and not a single reindeer.
Now Clarence! Now Barry, Now Ethel, and Bertha!
On Howie, on Horace, on Bessie, and Melba!
To the top of the Hill! Back to the feed lot!
Now dash away! Dash away! Before you get caught!
Their eyes how they twinkled, their black hides were hairy
Their bellies were full of grass from the prairie.
They had broad shoulders and utters full of dairy
That shook when they walked like a bowl full of jelly
But soon they moved on, so I returned to my work
Of caning tomatoes and making dessert
.....and then came the writer's block. I can't think of how to end it. If anyone wants to give me ideas, I'll give you a free steak dinner. (You have to come up and visit us of course, but it's totally worth it.)
Oops, I mean, Ciao!