Once upon a time,
on a hill in the Ozarks,
all was covered in snow.
The roads were impassable,
But Christmas was upon us,
and the gifts were not here.
So parents, grandparents, uncles and cousins,
contrived to help Santa that year.
A sled, piled high, was attached to the tractor,
and away Uncle Randy, to bring Christmas cheer.
Through the fields and up the hills,
gifts were delivered to the very front door.
And back down the hills, again through the fields,
to fetch Grandma and Grandpa,
to share Christmas this year.
The blankets were tucked
around Grandma with care,
"Hang on real tight, Ma.
He'll soon have us there!"
I don't mind it at all!"
So the sleigh and the "deer"
To the front door arrived,
her smile aglow, all warm from inside.
Mom had the day off, and dinner prepared,
We ate and we laughed, unwrapped and said thanks.
Christmas that year was a joyful time,
And Yes My Dear One,
Santa drives a John Deere!