Friday, December 24, 2010

The Night Before Christmas at Wyndson Farm

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all round the farm
The coyotes were  sleeping and doing no harm

The hens were all nestled all snug in their coop
And they kept laying so they wouldn’t be soup

Pride ran to his shed, in a mad dash
He stood there waiting for his warm pellet mash

Smudge was asleep, all curled in her chair
Luna stood guard, not moving a hair

And Pippin he checked, under the tree
Surely there’s something there edible for me

Little red Jake, he looked for a toy
Can you throw it for me, I’ve been a good boy?

And Calli looked up from her old green mat
I heard a sound, she said, now what was that?

It must be Saint Nick, out on our roof
The noise of the reindeer, and each little hoof

He left a few gifts and then leapt in his sleigh, 
And waved an arm, and Pride gave a neigh

Did he really want to guide Santa that night?
I don’t think so Pride, your nose isn’t bright

The sheep were munching on hay in their shed
It really was time to head off to bed

But we were all happy and still full of good cheer
Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year!!!!


  1. I enjoyed reading your poem aloud to Anthony. Wonderful version. I like this one - your one.
    Anthony's comment " you are a very talented lady".
    Merry Christmas!

  2. Best yet Christmas Poem. Thanks and Merry Christmas!

  3. Oh what a happy clever rendition!

    Merry Merry Christmas to all of you!


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