twas the night before christmas on the funny farm

Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the farm
not a creature was stirring
not event the rabbits.
The feed buckets were hung
by the stalls with care.
In hopes that St Nick
soon would be there;
The girls were nestled all
snug in their beds.
While visions of hamsters and birds
danced in their heads;
And MaMa Bear in her Flax
and Ho in his PJ's
had all just settled down
for a long winter's nap.

When out in the barn
there arose such a clatter.
The girls sprang from
their beds to see what
was the matter.
Away to the window
they flew like a flash.
Tore open the shutters
and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast
of the new fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid day
to the objects below.
When what to their wondering eyes
should appear,
But all the farm animals
singing Christmas carols.

With the little chickens
chucking so lively and load.
We knew in a moment
it most be a barn party outside.
They danced on the hay bales
and swung from the loft.
They whistled and shouted
and came when you called
them by name-

Now Monty, now Trixie,
Now Robb and MooMoo!
On Diseal, on Hoofalou,
On Pumpkin and Ta rter too!
To the top of the hay barn
to the top of the feed bags.
They here dancing, dancing,
dancing them all.
As the pigs and the rabbits
sang along.
When they sang all the
courses of "O Holy Night"
You could hear them up at
the house and down to
the barn this night.
And then, in a twinkling
We heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing
of each little hoof.

As we drew in our hands,
and was turning around
It was Pearl and AA
kicking and dancing around.
They dressed in their Santa hats
dancing along.
As the kittens were humming
all of the songs.

A bundle of wool
could be seen everywhere
as the sheep were tap dancing
on the top of the tin.
Their eyes-how they twinkled
Their dimples how merry.
Their cheeks were like roses,
their noses like cherries.
Their droll little mouths
were drawn up like a bows,
and their beards on their chins
were as white as the snow.
The clump of some hay was
held tight in their teeth,
and they danced in a circle
shaped like a wreath.

They had a broad face
and a little round belly.
That shock when they
laughed like a bowl
full of jelly.
They were chubby and plump
aright jolly old elves.
And we laughed when we saw them
in spite of ourselves.
A wink of their eyes
and a twist of their heads.
Soon gave us to know
we had nothing to d read.
We spoke not a word
to anyone we knew.
We went straight back
to our houses
and settled down back
in our beds
hoping the noise would soon end.
As the dust settled down
and the animals fell asleep
everything seemed normal
as we all went to sleep.
But then Daisy
sprang from her pen-
jumped on top of the barn
and gave a loud snort
Happy Christmas to all,
and all a good night!


love the Ross'


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