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James H. John

This is from my Christmas 1998 Poetry Pals 
Featuring: David Kelley , James H. John , Bob E. Lewis and David Dill

A TALL GRASS PRAIRIE CHRISTMAS

Old Santa could drive any team.
He was better than the best.
But that blizzard ragin'down below
Was puttin him to the test.

You see, snow wasn't exactly fallin'
It was blowin' from left to right.
The wind was whirlin' and swirlin'
On this most special night.

Out here on the prairie
Winter can come and go.
This time it came with a vengence,
We was darn near buried in snow.

Santa was circlin' and circlin',
Goin' round and round and round,
Lookin' for the slightest chance
To get his team of reindeer down.

Cause, pardner, it was Christmas eve.
There was a town down there below
And Santa ain't the kind of guy
To be stopped by a few feet of snow.

He thought he just might be able
To sweep on down closeby.
So he swung his sleighin a sweeping turn
And headed down for a try.

That sleigh bucked and rocked somethin' awful
Santa reined his team to the right
And they fought and fought and struggled
To break through that blowing white.

It turned out they couldn't make it down
And they had to turn away.
But old Santa heard something down below
And knew he didn't need to stay.

It would'a been nice tohave made it down.
But it all had clearly worked out.
Those folks down there in that town below
Knew what Christmas was all about.

You see what Santa heard in that blizzard
Let him know that all would be right,
For he heard those folksa' singin'-----
"Silent night ----- Holynight!
All is calm ------ All is bright!"

And old Santa proclaimed as he rose out of sight,
"Merry Christmas To All On This Most Holy Night!"

Unpublished Work, Copyright1997, James H. John