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December 24, 2021 • Vol. 2, Issue 98
t was the night before Christmas,
and all over the floor, was sleeping bags stuffed with kin folks galore. There was Grandma and Grandpa. Aunts, uncles and their kids, too. Kittens and cats, and an old hound dog named Blue. Bertha and Bobby had sprawled out on my bed. They left me crunched down in the corner, my pet coon was asleep on my head. When down in the holler I heard a kerr splat, I leaped to the window to see what was that. But I tripped over fat Fred, and that caused me to step right in the middle of thin Flo. But I still couldn’t believe what I sees through the snow. A pack mule was struggling to get up the hill. His rider in the creek had taken a spill. Why the funniest thing that I ever saw was watching the old fat man, as out of the creek he did crawl. He was cold and wet and he wasn’t moving too quick. But he was dressed in red so he sort of looked like St. Nick. He got to his mule and unloaded he’s pack. He flung open the door stepping right on my cat.
He looked around and said, “Where is you all’s tree? I said, “You dummy it’s out in the woods where it should be. Well, where am I to put all this stuff. Oh, gee, I sure hope I did bring enough. He retched down in that bag and pulled out this big, old deer. My momma jumped up and screamed, “Praise the Lord, honey, dinner is here.” Paw ask the fella, “You got any more in that sack?” And he said, yaw.” And he had taters, greens and a whole slab of fat back. My aunt Lue smiled, and offered that fella sum coffee in a cup. But about that time, all them young’on’s woke up. Down in that bag, to my surprise, he had toys for the kids that lit up their eyes. A truck for Tommy, for Bill a kazoo. He even had a little teddy bear for baby Jan, with eyes of blue. Why this fella had toys for John, Larry, Mat, Jack and Jim. One for Kathy, Anne, Sissy, Karen and Kim. He even had a pretty little dress for Cousin Emily Sue and a Bible for
that mean old Bruits, and one for me, too. But before I could thank him for what he did do, he up and ran out the door, a tripping over old Blue.
Merry Christmas, Ya’ll!
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