'Twas the month before Christmas,
And all over the farm
The Murphys were getting ready,
For the tree buyers to swarm.
The tree stands were all painted
And all standing beside
The old brooder house that's
been renovated inside.
The Missus is making it
Like a great Christmas scene,
The mister is making reindeer
Like you've never seen!
The crafts are near ready,
Christmas arraignments to buy,
And even some potted trees,
That will catch your eye.
Now it's two weeks before Christmas,
Their tree's up and sparkling!
Neighbors, parents, and kids come,
and there's more room for parking!
One daddy said, "Like it?"
She said, "Okay with me."
Then a little voice hollered,
"But I don't like that tree!"
Then what to our wondering
eyes should appear?
It's Grandpa just looking
and says, "They're good trees."
He's not lively or quick
Not senile and not sick
He's just thinking when he
First sold a Christmas tree.
Now it's the night before Christmas
And all over the place
There's tramped on trees and mud
Cold toes and rain on the face.
And tree selling is again
Done for this year.
Mr. and Mrs. are tired, hungry,
and would like some cheer.
But I heard them exclaim,
as they went in for the night,
"Merry Christmas to all,
now turn out the lights!"
Contributed by a Murphy - Dorothy Sherritt
