Terry D. Sutherland

SANTA AND THE PRAIRIE CHRISTMAS

If truth be told it was bitter cold
As the wind blew on the plains
It was a winter day as the story unfolds
The snow drifted for nearly five days
Christmas time was drawing near
Santa was making ready his night
His prairie run was a tough son-of-a-gun
Santa’s jaws were clenching tight
A plan was formed to beat the storm
A team of mules instead of those deer
Mules are strong, though their ears are long
They’re too stubborn to know any fear
They’re willing to work all night long
For a bucket of oats and a pail of beer
Santa hitched ‘em up to his heavy sleigh
And said; “which one of you buggers can steer?”
Not one Jack answered him back
Not a single Jenny uttered a bray
Santa said; “How will I keep ‘em on track?”
“How will I deliver by Christmas day?”
It became darn right clear the old elf would steer
He saddled the lead Jake; a snaffle bit to brake
He climbed on the back; with a leap, the first drift was cleared
They were headed off across the plains
Santa got the job done with his mule run
It was a Christmas for the history class
It was the year that Santa made his run
Just sittin’ on his ass
(substitute mule for ass if you read this to the little ones)