Christmas Eve, version 2

December 24, 2017

I had to dig into the archives for this one.  I wrote this during our first Christmas here. The Weebeast was only 3, we had only been in the main house for a couple of months, the Girls were still in middle school and traveling back and forth between our home and their home in Oregon.  So much was so different from now, and yet, when I read it, I reflected on how much is the same. 

It choked me up a little when I found it and I spent an hour going down the rabbit hole of old posts.  Stay tuned, I'll be recycling some of those...and forgive me if I admit that some of them made me tear up a little...time really does fly.

Merry Christmas All!

My favorite Christmas story has always been the poem, "The Night Before Christmas" by Clement C. Moore.

I adapted it a bit so that it fits the Land of Far...if it doesn't make sense, bear with's Christmas!

'Tis the Eve before Christmas
In the Land of Far
With a night sky that darkens,
Then lights up star by star.
The cattle have been fed
And have huddled together.
The dogs lay in straw beds
To avoid cold, frosty weather.
The Weebeast is excited,
And talking nonstop
About Santa and reindeer
Landing on our rooftop.
The house smells of cookies
Mixed with sagebrush tree.
The Weebeast calls out
"Is there hot chot-lit for me?"
Stockings hang from the mantel
Waiting to be filled.
I know in the morning
The owners will be thrilled.
There's time for one more movie
Before I pack Wee off to bed,
Time to tell a Christmas story
That will shape the dreams in his head.
All lights are off
Except for those on the tree.
Will Santa Claus find us?
We'll have to wait and see.
As I close my eyes
And drift off to sleep,
Husbeast is snoring
And Weebeast lets out a soft peep.
There's a noise on the porch,
I'm sure it's the cats.
I get up to check though...
And catch a glimpse of fur covered hat!
A man walks toward the tree
And reaches toward his back.
I realize it's Santa
As he pulls gifts from his pack.
He's a rather tall man
With a rather large waist.
He moves quickly, with purpose
Almost missing the cookies in his haste.
As he turned to the stockings
I caught a good look
Of a round, bearded face
Just like in the books!
But he was dressed a bit different.
His suit was still red,
But I recognized the coat.
This year, it was Filson instead.
His boots were black
And laced to his knees.
Instead of smooth, black leather
These, I recognized as Schnee's.
And what I had thought
Was a red, fur lined hat
Was a Stetson instead,
With a Cattleman's crease at that!
He finished the stockings then
Flipped up his fur collar.
As he reached for the door,
He winked to me, then to his team gave a holler;

"Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen!
Giddy-up Boys!  We've got a long flight!
Merry Christmas to All and to All a good Night!"

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