Hey Everybody. Since Terri is still recuperating from Her injured side. I decided to hijack Her Blog (with her permission of course) and tell Yall what really happens around the Ranch on Christmas Eve……
A Visit from St. Nicholas — By Shawn (Inspired by Mr. Clement Moore)
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and out at TilluRide Ranch,
the trees were all sparkling, on every branch;
Pretty stockings were hung by each chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
And Mamma in Her cheetah, and I in My red johns with the flap,
Had just settled in early, We should’ve taken a nap,
When out in the barn there came a big clatter,
I jumped from My bed to see what was the matter.
Up to the window I stubbed My toe on the run,
Tore down the curtains grabbing My gun.
The light shinning down on the dew-fallen grass,
lit up the barnyard, the fields and the house.
As swift as a race horse those reindeer They came,
And He whistled, and shouted, and called Them by name:
“Now, Mullet! now, Bubba! now Pounder and Enos!
On, Buddy! on, Skillet ! on, Cooter and Cleatus!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
Like the leaves that before the wild bucking bull fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the big deer they flew
With the wagon full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
As I prayed in My head, that the fire was just ash,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a crash.
He was dressed all in fur, from His head to His boot,
And His clothes were now tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of goodies He had flung on His back,
And He stumbled a moment as He put down His pack.
He slipped off a glove, pulled the cork with His teeth,
and He and I toasted one, two, eighteen.
His eyes— now they twinkled! His dimples, were merry!
His cheeks were like roses, His nose like a cherry!
His breath now smelled heavy, just like apple pie,
And He then tipped His hat and said I gotta fly”;
I got to get going, there still lots to do
I passed Him the jug and said this is for You.
He nodded a thank You and I let Him be
went back to the bed that held Momma and Me.
He spoke not a word, right busy was He,
And filled all the stockings; and then turned to the tree,
Ole Jake got a slingshot
Sweet Grace got a shawl
Ashton a pocket knife
Little Landyn a ball
Sheila a necklace
and Taylor a coat
Lizzie mint jelly
and Momma a goat
And laying His finger aside of His nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney He rose;
He sprang to His wagon, and gave Them a yell,
And away They all flew like a bat outta hell.
But I heard him exclaim, ere He drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to Yall, and to All a good night!”
We’re Hoping Your Christmas is Joyous and Blessed !
Thank You for being a part of Our Front Porch Friends.