Best Adventurechristmas Poems
It had been snowing all the day and
the skies were lookin glum.
My mama started crying when
the mailman didn't come.
Tomorrow would be Christmas Day,
Dad said, "I'll ride to town."
He put his warm racoon coat on
and pulled his big hat down.
Then my mama began to fret,
I saw her fingers drumming.
"Do you think that you really should?
I fear a storm is coming."
My daddy said, "I'll be okay
if I am riding Dan.
You know that horse will find the way.
He's smarter than a man.
Then Mama gave him a big kiss
and said. "Now do take care."
She waved him off into the storm
and wiped away a tear.
My mama plucked the turkey
and kept looking at the clock
while little brother prattled on
about his Christmas sock.
The storm was growing stronger and
the light turned into dark,
while I was just a wishing I
would hear old Ringo bark.
Mama lit the keorsene lamp
and started slicing bread.
"I should have told him Christmas
could be late." I think she said.
But then I heard old Ringo bark
and saw my mama smile.
I knew I'd hear my daddy at
the back door in a while.
That horse of daddy's brought him
safely home through blowing storm.
He said that he was glad to be
back home where it was warm.
Then he said he'd met a stranger
while on his homeward way.
He recognized old Santa Claus
by reindeer and red sleigh.
Santa said he would be happy
to lighten up his pack
and be obliged if Daddy would
relieve him of plump sack.
Brother and I went to our beds
to wake to a surprise
from Santa Claus, whom our daddy
had seen with his own eyes.
Joyce Johnson
Posted in Cowboy Poetry Bar D Ranch Christmas 2004
Christmas fun.
Teddy bears, and stockings – candy and some treats,
The kids look forward –to all the good eats.
The pretty Christmas tree and the lights strung
Had to make sure all the stockings were hung.
The Christmas ham, and the cookies baking,
Had to make sure this was the best season in the making.
We all get so busy, and our minds seem to forget,
What was it, we needed at the supermarket?
Sending out cards and wrapping the gifts, and tying bows.
It’s almost become a chore, and only added to our woes.
Family is coming and things have to be just right,
Making our homes a beautiful sight.
The snow is falling, and the streets are slick,
We may have eaten too much – it made you sick.
All of this to say Seasons Greetings and get a gift,
It’s not hard, roll the snowman – don’t lift.
It’s funny these words I write, but we should take thought.
That Christmas isn’t what you do, or may have even bought.
The season is to remember and love the baby Jesus boy.
Not to get a gift, treasure or a toy.
Keep the reason for Christmas alive and well,
Don’t forget to include Jesus and all you should tell.
It’s o.k. to decorate, and enjoy the fun and all,
But keep Jesus in your Christmas, it will be the best you recall.
Wendell Mays