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(from Lumberjocks.com)
Perhaps, there is a better place to post this, but I figured, it was a finished project of sorts. The photographs are the progressive walk to my shop on a winter night. Certainly, there are better poets in the world, but here is my Lumber Jocks version of Twas the Night before Christmas. There are a few lines removed, and a few original lines still within because they were just meant to be. I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Merry Christmas Lumber Jocks!Twas the night Christmas, when all through the shopNot a tool was in use, not even the mop.The projects were lined on the workbench with care,
In hopes, my new tool would soon be there.Around the world they longed for their shed,
While visions of tools buzzed in their head.And mamma binding her quilt and I with IPad in hand,
Had just logged on to look for a plan.When down the road there came such a roar,
I leapt from the couch and ran to the door.When what to my pondering eyes I did see,
A hand-crafted sleigh, and it was headed for me.With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that it must St. Nick.Away to the mailbox, a hundred-yard dash,
I tore open the package and threw the box in the trash.The new-fallen snow glistened with glee,
As I ran to my shop, it was just nature and me.More rapid than eagles my project they came,
To Lumberjocks I went and read them by name.Now Pottz, Now Crowie, Now Hunter and Dutchy!
On recycle, On Ivan On HTl and Little Black Ducky.I posted my projects, I sent out the call!
Now build away! build away! build away all!So up to the house with my projects I flew
I knew in an instant; St. Nick knew what to do.As I tossed in the bag of French Goat Toys,
Out of the shop, St. Nicholas came with face full of joy.To see my shop; he exclaimed was a must,
And his clothes were all varnished with traces of dust.A bundle of French Goat Toys he had slung on his back,
And on toward his sleigh, he followed my tracks.A sparkle in his eye, he sprang to his sleigh,
I knew in a moment; he would be back on his way.And laying his fingers in the form of a fist,
I gave him a bump through the cold winter mist.With a soft-spoken whistle, came such roar
In a wink of an eye, away he did soar.Away he flew without any fear.
I gazed in wonder, where were the eight tiny reindeer?But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all Lumber Jocks, And to All a Good nightGod bless us, everyone.From French Goat Toys & More - Wishing you the merriest Christmas and productive new yearCheers,
KJ