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Happy holidays folks!

 

Of Donkeys and Reindeer 

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirrin' - includin' my spouse.
The stockings weren't hung and the tree wasn't trimmed
On the floor muddy footprints was strung end to end.

I in my apron with vacuum in hand,
Was wipin' the mud up and suckin' up sand.
When out on the pasture up at the north end,
Come such runnin' and brayin' as ever has been

I flung on my coat and quick run out to check
What I saw by all 'counts was one heck of a wreck.
It was some kind of vehicle.. sleigh or a sled..
And the teamster was howlin' and holdin' his head.

His whiskers was white and he wore a red suit
Turned out it was Santa...tiny reindeer to boot!
And tiny is right - them reindeer were so small
My donk's took 'em for dogs. (They don't like dogs at all.)

They'd been chasin' the reindeer, and chousin' 'em 'round
Til the traces come loose and was draggin' the ground.
The lines were a tangle, a breechin' had busted
And Santa by now was completely disgusted.

To say he looked mad is a tad understated
So I figured I'd best get this crisis abated.
With a bucket of sweet feed for donkey attention
And the Saint usin' words that .. well.. I just won't mention

I quick caught my donkeys, he gathered reindeer
Got 'em "fix hitched" and loaded -- didn't leave nothin' here..
But I heard him exclaim as he took to the air
"You want presents you pen up them donkeys next year!"

Connie Rossignol

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Consider the locale: cold, windswept high plains desert of New Mexico...



Christmas Comes in a Chevy Truck

The old truck shuddered in the wintry wind
As it struggled through the snow,
A young couple huddled inside
Knowing where they must go.
Cardboard covered where glass should be,
And the door was wired shut,
The young driver struggled hard
To stay in the icy ruts.
"We'll be there soon, I promise, Maria,"
He said to the woman beside.
"I know Jose', it must be so,"
As she prayed for the life inside.
But the old truck skidded off the road,
And crashed in the snow piled high,
A piercing pain crossed Maria's face,
And she began to cry.
"I cannot wait, he will be born
"On this bitter winter night!"
And Jose' held her close to keep her warm,
While praying with all his might.
Voices were heard and light pierced the snow,
As men dug out the old wreck,
The door was pulled off and they reached inside,
Bringing hope of a life turned back.
"There's a baby here!" one man shouted,
As the others ran to his side,
"Let's get 'em warm and see this child
"Born on this Christmas tide."
Jose' and Maria and their newborn son,
Were brought to a home with a fire,
As the men stood close by the all felt,
This Child was their hearts' desire.

Norm Rourke

 

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Cowboy Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas
When down at the barn
Not a horse was stirring
Here on this farm

When up on the tin
Where the rain drips through
Came the awfulest noise
Like a clatter of shoes

Seven long eared mules
Pulling a wagon
I swallowed my snuff
To see the barn sagging

"Howdy and Merry Christmas"
With a big toothless grin
I could see his tobacco
Run down his chin

He tossed down a towsack
Packed plum full
I just stood there
Starring at those mules

He tipped his hat
And cracked his whip
Those mules started flying
Just as he spit

Watching in awe
My eyes shed a tear
There was no doubt
Cowboy Claus landed here

Tony Blisard

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A Corpus Christi Cowboy Christmas

Riding thru the sand
In a South Texas Wonderland.
Over the beach we go
Laughing because there's no snow.
Bells on bobtails ring
Making South Texans sing
And, oh, what fun it is to sing
Some hay-ride songs tonight.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way.
Oh, what fun it is to have
A hay-ride on Christmas day.
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way.
Oh, what fun it is to have
A hay-ride down Texas way.

We who live in South Texas
Where it's very green and blue
Would like to wish y'all
Christmas greetings from us to you.

As we sit on this beautiful beach
With our bonfire hot at our feet,
Singing all our Christmas songs
Wishing you were here to sing along.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way.
Oh, what fun it is to have
A hay-ride on Christmas day.
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way.
Oh, what fun it is to have
A hay-ride down Texas way.

Oh, what fun it is to have
A hay-ride on Christmas day.
Down South Texas way.

Merry Christmas ! !    

1996, Gary "Old Buckaroo" Lundblad

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