Twas the night before Christmas and all through the shed

Not a creature was moving, they all appeared dead.

The cows were all quiet, from the horses not a sound

The coyotes weren’t howling but you knew they were around.

Snowflakes started falling looked to be in for a long night

It appears that this Christmas, the ground will all be white.

Put some more wood in the stove, stoked up the warming fire

Headed off towards the bed, it’s time for me…