Twas the Day before Christmas, and there in the house,
Farmmom was hiding, as presents she wrapped.
The snow was a-falling, like feathers it flew
And Hubby had dug out the truck that was trapped.
When out on the drive there arose such a clatter,
Farmmom ran to the window to see what was the matter.
Older Son coming to push back the snow,
Making a path in the field with his plow.
He pushed it all back though the flakes were a flurry
Then off he drove, as always, in a hurry.
But he may have exclaimed, as he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas, I'll be back before Christmas night. "
And that was that, no promises when, but he did make it back for a while the next afternoon.
1 comment:
Clapping loudly and shouting Bravo. That's how I get my drive plowed is by one of those big things without a cab though and he's got a snow blower attachment. Loved the poem
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