Thursday, December 22, 2011

Twas three nights before Christmas

Twas three nights before Christmas, and all through the farm,
All our creatures were stirring, in various barns
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care,
'Cause we still have no wood stove (which doesn't seem fair)

The puppies are nestled though, on our futon,
I think they are dreaming of a much bigger lawn
With me in warm flannel and Kim all in black,
We're impatiently waiting to get through all the flack,

Contractor Bob keeps calling with house matters,
That would cause even the coolest of cools to shatter
Oh but we're not complaining that is for sure,
Because the dream that we have is the sweetest of lures,

We've given notice of moving from our warm little cabin,
Now it's just time to start all of the packin'
Before we move though there is much work to do,
Painting and cleaning and fence building too!

And then there's the planning for next years growing,
Livestock and seed orders, we can't wait to be sowing!
Folks are still sending their deposits in,
We hope that by January we'll have enough to begin

This week has been full of victories sweet,
Electricity, almost water, and a New York LLC!
Yes there are set backs and challenges large
And of course nothing good comes free of charge

But I know we can do it if we stick together,
And you know what they say about those birds of a feather
So on this eve with the holiday approaching,
We've a few things to say without any coaching,

We are lucky and get on with our work with a whistle,
All our doubts blow away like the down on a thistle,
You will hear us exclaim without being contrite-
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!

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