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On This Most Blessed Day



The tree is up and shining,


The stockings have been hung.


Santas on the mantle,

Carols to be sung.


Manger scene so precious,

God’s own little boy.

Here on earth to bless us.

Bringing hope and joy.


Children so excited,

World is all aglow.

Christmas will be coming,

Awaiting the first snow.

Carols sung with gladness,

Hope is all around.

The Christ child came to save us,

Our blessings to abound.


What’s your prayer this Christmas?

Peace to all mankind?

Fellowship with others?

Our hearts as one to bind?

No better present ever,

Than God’s own holy Son.

Seek Him first this Christmas,

So we can all be one.

A very blessed Christmas to you all.   See you next year!  Bye!

original poem by Kate Craig







Chicken Version of the Night Before Christmas

  ‘Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the coop,

Not a chicken was stirring

Not even their poop.

The chickens were nestled

All snug in their beds

 While visions of mealworms

Danced in their heads.

 Me in my pjs

 And Dave in his chair

Soon gave me to know

I had not a care.

When out in the yard

I heard such a clatter

I ran to the door

To see what was the matter.

Belle and Bonnie were having a rumble

Biting and jumping

  A right good dog jumble.

As I came back inside

And proceeded to bed

I saw a fat man

Dressed all in red.

He looked at me funny,

He looked at me weird.

He sure wasn’t Santa

He had no white beard.

Instead of a beard he had feathers on his chin

As I kept staring, he started to grin.

You don’t know me, do you?

He asked with a smile.

I don’t come round usually

Just once in a while.

Only to good little hens

I come to see.

Your hens have been just as good as can be.

I’m Chicken Santa,

I’m new at this job.

Seeing chickens whose names might be

Beatrice or Bob.

I’m bringing the chickens something they want

Something they usually have to go hunt.

 And then in a twinkling he opened his bag.

What I saw in it made me want to gag.

 A big bag of worms squirming around

Something I don’t see except in the ground.

He spoke no more to me, but went out to the birds.

Filled up their feeder without any words.

And looking at me with nary a sound

He disappeared from sight as I looked all around.

But I heard him exclaim, though he wasn’t in sight,

Merry Chickens to you and to all a good night!




‘Twas days before Christmas

And all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring,


Not even my spouse.


The chickens were nestled


All snug in their beds,

While visions of juicy worms

Danced in their heads.


Balloons were hung on the ceiling with care,

In the hopes that our grandchildren

Soon would be there.


And I in my Santa hat,

And Dave in his socks,

Were roaming the house,

And checking the locks.

When out on the lawn

There arose a great noise.

“What is it?” I wondered.

It’s our grandboys!



With balloons on their heads,



And balloons on their ears,

They made me laugh so,

It brought me to tears.



Our granddaughter, too, got into the act.



And looked just as funny,

It’s a matter of fact.


Little boys wrestling.



Little boys giggling.



Little boys laughing,

And little boys wiggling.

They were silly and fun.

Quite funny I’d say.

I love them so much,

I could watch them all day.



But then in a twinkling,

They had to go home.

Which gave me the idea,

To write this new poem.

But I heard them exclaim,

As they drove out of sight.

“We’ll be back soon, Grandma.  We love you.  Good Night!”



When the Frost is on the Hot Tub

     When the frost is on the hot tub,


And the dog lies in the shop,DSCN7328

And the leaves are looking hoary,

As from the trees they drop.DSCN7309

And you hear the chickens cluckin’

As they scratch the cold, hard ground,DSCN7331

Chuckling to each other

About all the worms they’ve found.


  The gardener plows the garden,

While the wife takes in the seeds.

To supply the family next year,

With all the food it needs.


  The sky’s as blue in heaven,

As all the seven seas.

And the chill winds

They are blowin’,

Chasing squirrels among the trees.

O, it brings a chill to people,

That is felt down to their toes.

So they hop into the hot tub,

To ease their bodies’ woes.

There’s something kind of pleasant,

To be soaking in the tub.

It’s getting to it without freezing,

Now, that’s the only rub.

The bubbling of the jets,

As they beat against your skin,

Makes your toes curl up tightly,

As you wear a happy grin.


Then you know you have to exit,

And wonder what you’ll do?

“It’s cold out here,”  you’re thinking.

It makes you cry, “Boo Hoo!”

But at last you feel the warmth again,

As you run into the house.

Then you jump in bed and snuggle up,

Like a furry, little mouse.


Good Night.