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Author Unknown SubstitutePosted Monday, December 20, 2010, at 11:01 AM
Without the luxury of man's Science, we can always turn to the Author of that Science, God, and His Word.
By Arley Steinhour 122010
The poem, I offer, is 'Author Unknown,'
Much like I'd say, the words are homegrown.
Who-ever the Author, in this world oh so big,
I took some poetic license, so it fit my minds jig.
Shepherds, and Magi, did, by candle light,
Welcome into this world, Messiah that night;
As He lay in a manger no crib for His back,
That soon would be beaten, for the holiness we lack.
But, I get windy, when, not mine, do substitute,
A beautiful offering, we should all institute.
CHRISTMAS ON THE RANCH
'Twas the night before Christmas, out on the ranch,
The pond was all frozen, and so was the branch.
The snow piled belly-deep to a very tall mule;
Kids were all home, on vacation, from school.
Happier young folks you never would see,
Just sprawling around a-watchin' TV.
Then, suddenly, some time around 8 o'clock,
There came a surprise, that gave everybody a shock!
The power went off, lights and TV went dead,
When Grandpa came in from his work in the shed
With an armload of wood, entered the house, all dark..
"Just what I expected," they heard him softly remark.
"Them power line wires, must be down from the snow;
Just like normal times, on the ranch, long ago."
"I'll hunt up some candles," said Mom. "With a flash-light,
With a warm fireplace, I reckon we'll make out all right."
The teen-agers all seemed enveloped in gloom,
Till Grandpa came back, from a trip to his room.
He uncased his old fiddle, and started to play,
That old Christmas song, about bells on a sleigh.
Mom started singing, and first thing they knew,
Both Pop and the kids, were all singing too.
They sang Christmas carols, they sang "Holy Night,"
Their eyes all a-shine in the soft red 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, some time before dawn;
When the kids did awaken, the power was on.
"Power company sure got that line fixed real 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!
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