| 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) |
| ©12/7/09Terry Sutherland |
Awarded 8 December 2009
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