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Dec 14, 2001
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BY ALLEN “horntagger” MORRIS

T,was the night before Christmas,

When all through the Cabin,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,

The boots were all sitting by the fireplace with care,

In hopes that they would dry before dawn would appear,

The hunting buddies were all nestled and snug in their bunk beds,

While visions of big bucks ran through their heads,

I had just settled down for short winters nap,

When just outside the cabin arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter,

Away to the window I flew with a flash,

Tore open the curtains, and threw up the sash,

The moon just a glimmer of the new fallen snow,

Gave a shine of midday, to the valley below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a eighteen point buck with eight other tiny deer,

So much bigger and quicker than the others,

I knew in a moment it must be buck called St. Nick,

More rapid than arrow they came,

As they snorted and grunted you could see,

A 16, a 14, a 12, a 10, a 8, a 6, a 4 and a Spike,

To the bottom of the valley to the top of the hill they came,

To just behind the cabin they flew,

I heard from behind the cabin and in the woods,

The prancing and pawing of each of the hooves,

As I drew in my head and was running around,

Just in front of the window St. Nick came with bound,

He was dark brown from his head to his hoofs,

His antlers were all shinny with signs of cedar and even some pine,

Even some velvet still hung down onto his back,

And he looked like a buck with a tree for a Rack,

His eyes how they twinkled! His tail flagged merry!

His nose like coal showed sings of the cold with hint of cherry!

His belly and his chin was as white as the snow,

The acorn from the forest floor was tight in his teeth,

And the smoke from the cabin encircled his rack like a wreath,

He had a broad face and big round belly, that shook, when he grunted, like a bowl full of jelly,

He was a chubby and plump, a right old fella and I laughed as my buddies slept in spite of myself,

And wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know he had nothing to dread,

He grunted no more, but went straight to his work

As he rub his pine, then turned with a jerk,

And laying his rack on his back and giving a nod, up the valley he rose,

He flagged to the woods, with snort to his herd,

And away they all flew,

But I heard a single snort as he ran out of sight,

Just to remind me that he exist even out of sight,

Then the clock struck midnight and to all my hunting buddies near and far,

Happy Christmas to all and all a good night!

From Horntagger and Family.

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