Why Heavenly Cowboys Couldn’t Celebrate Christmas

 

 

Why Heavenly Cowboys Couldn’t

Celebrate Christmas

 

Cowboys corralled in Heaven pulled

All kinds of vexin’ things,

Like tippin’ halos crooked-like

And ropin’ angels’ wings.

They’re so well known for cuttin’ up

Since back when time began,

For no one’s pulled shenanigans

The way that cowboys can.

No, cowboys didn’t get high marks

In God’s reported word

While they were ratin’ risin’ stars-

Too many tales were heard

Of cowboys playin’ naughty tricks,

Upsetting schedulin’s,

And gettin’ Angels so upset-

God said, “We’ll clip those wings.

That cowboys use to horse around

We’ll have them guard the gate.

The night of our blessed happening

While we all celebrate.

They won’t have time to hatch their schemes

To upset this event.

On Christmas Eve, they’ll have no part –

And maybe – they’ll repent.

As shepherds herded sheep that night

And knelt in starlit fields,

The cowboys learned the penalities

That cowboy teasin’ yields.

While Angels’ voices sang of the Birth,

And glow lit up the skies,

Sad cowboys only got to hear

The angels lullabies

And that’s how Heaven evened score

For tricks those cowboys played; 

They didn’t get to join in praise

When the world knelt down and prayed. 

                                              By Marianna Logan McNeil

 

Thank you to the late multi-award-winning poet and friend, Marianna Logan McNeil, of Petticoats and Pistols who gave this poem to the Fillies before her passing. 

 

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!