‘Twas the night before Christmas in this Junction of ours.
The sky over the prairie was ablaze with bright stars.
Our boots were lined up by the fire with care,
In hopes that Old Santa Claus soon would be there.
Felicia’s ornery mule napped snug in the barn
Whilst our visiting guest was spinning a yarn.
O’course, Kathryn in her wool socks and Karen W in her cap
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out in the corral there arose such a noise,
Julie sprang from her bed to see with amazing poise.
Outside the window, there on the barn roof,
Karen K banged open the shutters and near busted a tooth!
The moon was so bright, it near blinded our eyes.
And the snow landed like whippin’ cream coverin’ a pie.
When, what to our hornswaggled sight should appear,
But a covered wagon and eight dusty reindeer!
When she saw the little old driver with red cheeks and nose,
Jeannie flew right to work sweeping dust from his clothes.
He was cheery and bright, a right jolly cowpoke.
Linda laughed when she saw him. He was her kind of folk.
Those reindeer, they ain’t docile. What a hissy they threw!
Nearly toppled the wagon, and Old Santa Claus too.
Quicker’n a young’n off to play hookie,
That old geezer came in and asked Kit for a cookie;
Margaret found one and he ate it, so Cheryl got milk.
Then Phyliss presented him with a scarf made of silk.
But Mary, she hung back. We think she was a’feared
‘Cause all night she trembled and her eyes, how they teared.
No worry, Pam told her, the fat guy’s a friend
To us in the Junction and those ’round the bend.
Sure ’nuff, Santa left a package in each Fillies’ boot.
Didn’t matter none to him, they was dusted with soot.
Then somethin’ happened, caught us all by surprise,
Winnie, she showed up with an armload of pies.
We sat down to eat ‘em, and they tasted fine.
Thanks! With all of our deadlines, we hadn’t had time.
Old Santa asked for seconds. Bet that’s why he’s merry.
He tried pumpkin and apple, even pe-can and cherry.
Trish heaped on whipped cream, and still he ate more.
His belly how it swelled! Would he fit out the door?
“It’s my big night,” he declared. “Only comes once a year.”
Good thing for that, too, or he’d burst, we do fear.
He stifled a burp, and a pipe out it came.
“Smoking’s not good for you,” Shanna exclaimed.
“All that sugar too,” Ruth hollered. “Think of your health,
And think of the children counting on your jolly old self!”
He listened real close and even nodded his head.
Took right to his heart everything they all said.
He tossed that old pipe in the fire with a pop.
“The Missus, she’s been tryin’ to get me to stop.”
With a hearty laugh and a promise to come back,
The Fillies watched that old fella leap up the smokestack.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a YEE-HAW,
And away they all flew, like twister-flung straw.
And we heard him exclaim as that team took flight,
“Merry Christmas, you bloggers, and to all a good-night.”
Originally written by Cheryl St.John, Christmas, 2009
Updated by Pam Crooks, Christmas, 2018