Holiday Poems For You To Enjoy
Christmas
Hustle and bustle and hurry and run
looking for gifts that bring so much fun.
A visit to Santa we also must make
because of our children for all of our sakes.
The food preparations must get underway
like cookies and candies for our special
day.
Gifts must be wrapped and bows must be ties
and trees must be trimmed and lights hung
outside.
Cards must be bought and then must be signed
And addresses and mailed to reach friends
on time.
The kids must be bathed and tucked into
bed
where they will wait to hear Santa's sled.
But when morning comes midst all the squeals,
faces depicting what our children feel;
it makes all the hustle and hurry and run
so very worthwhile for these little ones.
Now let's remember the child in our lives
given to us when God's son arrived
to teach is to love each other and then
to die on the cross to save us from sin.
Cowboys Christmas
Sounds of sleigh bells and cowbells
can be heard for miles on the trail
letting us know it's Santa Claus
his buckboard is mighty frail.
Stops are miles and miles apart
delivering happy tunes and tobacco
in return getting moonshine or cowboy coffee
sheering cowboys before they go wack-o.
Sitting around the fire swapping tales
playing guitar, laughing and singing
drinking plenty of corn whiskey and coffee
all wishing they were in town a swinging.
Cowboys Christmas like others, is a once
a year
sit back, get together happy afar
cowboys sometimes get loud and rowdy
all trying to get their equal share.
Life on the range can be very lonely
swapping long shifts keeping watchful eye
for cattle rustlers, robbers and Indians
never knowing what appears from the dark
sky.
Its that time of the year
again
Its that time of the year again
Jingles, laughter, parties and celebration.
To wish someone dear and close,
Miss someone the heart yearns,
To Remember to Good old times, fun we had,
Its that time of the year again.
Its that time of the year again,
When we dance, sing and party,
And get the best decorations on the tree
Its that time of the year again,
When Santa rules everyone's thoughts,
And you; mine.
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November 2004
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