Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Christmas Eve on the ranch

A reader sent this. It's posted on the Lehman's website. I thought it was great!

‘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, sometime around 8 o’clock,
There came a surprise that gave them a shock!

The power went off, and the TV went dead!
When Grandpa came in from out at 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 sorter 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 teenagers 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, sometime 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!



  1. Very cute!

    Anonymous Patriot

  2. Loved it! When I was a kid, we sat around the piano every Christmas Eve and sang all the old (and new) Christmas Carols. I still remember the words to this day. Just that one night each year was the only time I was exposed to Christianity. My folks never went to church, but they were believers (and good singers!) and I became a Christian, too, because I knew in my heart it was the right thing to do. On Christmas morning all 5 of us kids lined up and entered the living-room to see the tree for the first time, all decorated. We would sit in a circle around each family member, starting with the youngest, and all watched as one at a time we opened our presents. Doing that seemed to make it all that much more special. What wonderful memories I have of those times! God bless you, Patrice, and everyone. And MERRY CHRISTMAS!
    --Fred Mueller

  3. hahahaha...maybe we should all do what grandpa did! i loved reading this poem and thankyou for posting it on your blog.

  4. this is a good one i havent heard and will be added to my list of favorits

  5. Brilliant! What an old Sneaky Pete he is. Go, Gramps!