Twas the night before Christmas.... ... fog lay over our land. All was quiet and calm, like a sweet little lamb. The chickens were tucked in, their heads out of sight. The cats were all in the house, in their beds for the night I was wrapping a few gifts, some last minute buys. Bob was already in bed, hes so healthy and wise. As I put on the last tape, tied my last piece of yarn. I heard some noises outside, they came from the barn I thought of that old poem, wondered if it could be Old St Nick himself came to pay a visit to me I donned my jacket and mittens, a hat on my head And braved the cold night instead of heading to bed The air was so crisp, the stars shown so bright I could see all the trees outlined in moonlight I heard some voices I thought, but how could that be There were goats and some coyotes, otherwise only me Inside the warm barn the goats seemed to be sleeping But all came alive when they caught me a-peeping There was Lily and Lilac and Poppy a-pile Velvet all by herself, which is really her style Rocky grunted and butted his way through the herd But the voices Id heard, well, not a word Then the littlest one, Willow, stood up and said Mom! In English! In words! It hit me like a bomb! I looked about at the goats, and they all looked to me I said I can understand you? How can this be? Then Amelia came forward, the wise and sweet one And said Weve always been speaking, its what weve always done. But it took a Christmas miracle for you to really hear To understand what we say when youre with us out here We each have our thoughts on our lives here with you Now you can understand what we want you to do Annie wants you to feed her, just peanuts all day Cypress wants you to hug her in your own special way Filbert wants you to stop shoving meds down his throat Fiona wants you to tend and to brush her fine coat Willow knows shes your sweetheart, your favorite pet Its ok, we all know shes the cutest goat yet Lilacs a good doe, just frozen by fright Shes frightened of darkness, oh, and of light Now Poppy we know is one special doe Shes very Zen, introverted, or maybe just slow The new babes are happy, we love them all well And we love you and Papa, in case you couldnt tell Now we must stop, youll no longer understand When we call out and holler and make a demand But you know what you know now about your goat herd But you cant tell a soul, no you cant breathe a word This is our little secret, so go back to your bed And in the morning youll think this was all in your head. But youll remember this night, that one Christmas night When your goats talked to you, and gave you a fright That Christmas Eve is so special, even to this day The night I had a talk with my goats, sitting out in the hay!
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 21:34:15 +0000
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