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Country Christmas
Christmas in the country is a different sort'a thing.
A quiet, peaceful, solitude, that nature seems to bring.
Yet, some folks from the city feel sad we miss so much.
Tinsel town mall muffin's think: We're really out of touch!
No decorated streets to flaunt the merchants floats paradin'.
No helicoptored Santa's land to sirens serenadin'.
Far removed from distant crowds of noisy people shoppin',
scramblin' hard toout do friends, must really keep'em hoppin'.
We have no crowded shopping malls chuck full'a plastic toys.
No bands a tootin' Christmas songs that get lost in the noise.
The curried groves of pine and spruce that crowd each vacant space,
designer colors coat the boughs and take away their grace!
I'm givin' thought to such as this as we come 'round the bend,
the team now breaks into a trot as they see journey's end.With full moon just a peekin' o'er the mountains to the east,
its light careens off snow clad trees and gives our eyes a feast.
Beside me in the bobsleigh, is a Christmas tree a ridin',
and faces framed by fur trimmed caps are laughin' as we're glidin'.
Just up ahead, a cabin's light, smoke curlin' from its stack.
A cheery voice is callin' out--"So glad to see you're back!"
Aroma of good things to eat, a driftin' out our way,
makes us want to hurry as we feed the team their hay.
We finish chores, then take the tree, into the house for Mom to see--
We knew that she would tell our Dad: "Prettiest tree we've ever had!"
Christmas morning! What a sight! Not much sleepin' here last night.
Grandfolks made it through the drifts, family fun, exchange of gifts.
We told our stories, laughed at Dad, best Christmas that we've ever had!
At Christmas time don't pity me--This is what they all should be!!
Sam Jackson
© 2001 Sajac
Read more of Lariat Laureate Sam Jackson's poetry here at the BAR-D.
Santa's Helper
Santa's checkin' through his list
The elves are workin' overtime
Rudolph's shined his nose up bright
The sleigh is lookin' fine
Mrs. Santy's been acookin'
For ole' Santy and the boys
Cause Santy needs his nourishment
While spreadin' Christmas joys
Ole' Santy checks his schedule
And studies through his map
That Mrs. Santy plotted out
While Santy took his nap
The Mrs. stayed up half the night
Sortin' presents shoulder deep
Cause Christmas is acomin' soon
And ole' Santy needs his sleep
Christmas Eve, she's up 'fore dawn
It's sourdough biscuits for the boys
While Santy eats his breakfast
She's out loadin' all the toys
She helps to harness up the teams
And hitch 'em to the sleigh
While Santy drinks his coffee
She's out loadin' feed and hay
Then she helps him in his longjohns
After pressin' out his suit
Helps him fasten his suspenders
Spit shines both his boots
In a twinkle, Santy's on his way
Yuletide duties he'll not shirk
How come Santy gets the glory
When Mrs. Santy does the work
Jay Snider© 2001, Jay Snider
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