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A Christmas story - Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight
'Twas the night before Christmas and out on the ranch,
The pond was froze over and so was the branch.
The snow was piled up belly-deep to a mule.
The kids were all home on vacation from school,
And happier young folks you never did see,
Just all sprawled around a-watchin' TV.
Then suddenly, some time around 8 o'clock,
There came a surprise that gave them a shock!
The power went off, the TV went dead!
When Grandpa came in from out in the shed
With an armload of wood, the house was all dark.
"Just what I expected," they heard him remark.
"Them power line wires must be down from the snow.
Seems sorta like times on the ranch long ago."
"I'll hunt up some candles," said Mom. "With their light,
And the fireplace, I reckon we'll make out all right."
The teen-agers all seemed enveloped in gloom.
Then Grandpa came back from a trip to his room,
Uncased his old fiddle and started to play
That old Christmas song about bells on a sleigh.
Mom started to sing, and first thing they knew
Both Pop and the kids were all singing it, too.
They sang Christmas carols, they sang "Holy Night,"
Their eyes all a-shine in the ruddy firelight.
They played some charades Mom recalled from her youth,
And Pop read a passage from God's Book of Truth.
They stayed up till midnight and, would you believe,
The youngsters agreed 'twas a fine Christmas Eve.
Grandpa rose early, some time before dawn,
And when the kids wakened, the power was on..
"The power company sure got the line repaired quick,"
Said Grandpa and no one suspected his trick.
Last night, for the sake of some old-fashioned fun,
He had pulled the main switch - the old Son-of-a-Gun!
We need more of those light less nights in the world. I remember 4H when I was living in Missouri as a kid of 13 or 14 (to many years ago) but we would get toghether and sing songs and have a lots of fun. That was in the year of 1946,47,48,49, not 18 but 19++. I lived on a farm for few years and milked cows by hand, made hay worked on a thresher, and buck bailed hay, and got .50 cents and hour and lunch, fired chicken, ice tea and maybe pie, and worked from sun to sun, oh and lastly had to walk to work and then after a days work walk home and milk the cows with my dad or mother. What a life. I am now 76 and nearly 77.
Times were simpler then and relationships stronger.