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Kansas | “Twas the night before Christmas back home on the farm,
The Cattle were chewing their cuds in the barn.
The feedbags were hung by the mangers with care,
In case Old St. Nicholas chanced to stop there.
When what sailed right under some low hanging boughs,
But a miniature sleigh and eight undersized cows.
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More strongly than tractors his little cows came,
And he whistled and “soo-bossed” and called them by name.
Now Dolly, now Debbie, now Pammie and Flossie,
On Cora, on Countess on Dinah and Bossie,
To the top of the barn, to the front of the stall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
As I fastened the door and was turning around,
Down the hay chute St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed in blue denim from collar to cuff,
And his clothes were all covered with hayseed and stuff.
His eyes – how the flashed as he opened his pack,
And pulled out some gifts for the heifers out back…
More grain for the cows, some straw for their stalls,
Lime for the alleys to stop those bad falls.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all the feedbags, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the hay chute he rose.
I stood there a moment, my head hung in shame,
I’ld forgotten my cows when Christmas-time came.
So I patted Ol Granny as I turned out the light,
Happy Christmas, you cows, and to all a good night!
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Cattlemans twas the night before christmas........a different take.
