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Twas the Night Before Christmas...on the farm

 (painting by Rachelle)

TWAS THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS
(ON THE FARM)

'Twas the day before Christmas,
And all 'round the farm.
Our rooster was crowing,
Way up in the barn.

The chickens were setting
All snug on their nest,
And clucking which one of them
Laid eggs the best.

The pigs kept on eating,
They pushed and they shoved.
And oinked when we gave them,
The corn mash they loved.

And I in my boots and dad in his jeans,
Stood back and looked at all of our dreams.

When out in the pasture,
There arose such a clatter,
We ran down the hill to see
What was the matter!

Our steer had his head
Through the barbed wire gate,
Eating the grass 'cause
His dinner was late.

The calves were all butting
Each other with glee;
Pebbles and Pogo
Backed into a tree.

When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature spaceship that hovered so near!!

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filling our stocking; then turned with a jerk.

We all heard him say as he flew out of sight.....

"MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL, AND YOU ALL HAVE
A NICE NIGHT NOW Ya HEAR!!
Pebbles and Pogo were two calves on the farm)
by Catherine L. Donaldson
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