I took the Twas the Night Before Christmas and made my own Christmas Eve Down on the Farm, I hope you like it!
‘Twas the night before Christmas, down on the farm
The barn cats were cuddled on the pad in the shed
The groundhog was tunneled
Deep in his underground bed.
The coyotes were howling at the Christmas Eve Moon
All waiting in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there soon.
Mr. Farmer was snoring dreaming of pocket ledgers
And collectibles to add to his display
An 1890 John Deere ledger or a rare wooden sleigh!
I was dreaming of grandkids and stories and such
When I heard something that brought me out of my stupor in a rush.
I looked out the window when out on the lawn
A many pronged buck stood next to a fawn
They looked at me, I knew it was a sign I could feel
The peace of the Savior quiet and still.
Through the loss and gain of this tumultuous past year
I received a gift through this Christmas Eve deer.
The very next morning
I woke without a care
Not wondering what gifts I had
Or who would be there
For the greatest gift the world had ever received
Had already been delivered long ago
That first Christmas Eve.
That deer was a reminder this eve on the farm
No matter the worries
There can be no harm
For the bill, the cares of the world
Payments were made
Love has been wrought.
But now, the cats are crying for breakfast
The farmer wants fed.
The grandkids are ready
For Santa’s presents and to get out of bed.
My mother waits in town
Time to get on my way
But for a moment in time
I’ve been blessed beyond words
By the Christmas Eve visit before Christmas Day.
If you liked this poem, you may also enjoy reading Alya’s Christmas Eve.