As heard on the Good Stuff wtih Jim Thompson


It’d been a long cold Christmas eve and Santa needed rest.

   He was headin North, a-goin home, from somewhere way out West.

over the big Montana Plains, where the ranches are scattered and few,

   When he saw a yard light twinkling from a cow ranch that he knew.


He’d stopped at this place in the past to let his reindeer blow,

   There’s a shed to hide em under, to get em out of the snow.

The old couple had gone to their grand-kids, told him they’d be gone,

   But they said “That don’t matter, you just make yourself at home.


There’s grain and hay to feed your deer, the doors don’t have no locks,

   There’s a pot of coffee on the stove, and firewood in the box.”

So Santa landed there and fed his deer, and he went on inside,

     To warm his feet, and relax a bit, before he finished up his ride.


He found some Christmas cookies and a pot of coffee, like they said,

he looked around, things he saw, warmed his heart and filled his head,

With thoughts about these ranch folks, that old cowman and his wife, How they were blessed with what they had, and how they lived their life.


He saw some Christmas cards, that came from all their friends.

Showing manger scenes, Angels, “Peace on Earth, Good will to Men.”

And he saw a Bible opened to Luke Chapter 2, and the story of a Savior

     Sent to save the World and make it new.


The tale of the first Christmas, and how it all began,

     And the greatest gift of all, that came from GOD to man.

Then it was time for Santa to leave and get home before break of day

     The sky way over in the East was already turning gray.


He got his reindeer headed out, then leaned back in the sleigh.

     Like good old saddle horses, those reindeer knew the way.

Santa let his thoughts drift back to all who live out on the land,

     And said “Those folks have got it right, and they sure do understand.


They all go help each other, no matter what the task,

     And how they’re going to get paid back, they never even ask.

They’ll help a stranded traveler, and send him on his way

     They’ll feed a hungry stranger, and never ask for pay.


If everyone around the World, lived by their cowboy code,

     It would make my job lots easier, and lighten up my load.

I could concentrate on orphaned kids and folks with real need

     And not be just delivering stuff, to satisfy people’s greed.


Now I know tomorrow, Christmas will be safe again,

Not cause of toys and Santa, but from what’s in the hearts of man.”




a little Christmas poem for all our family and Friends.


Have a Merry one!      

Bob and Kay Petermann            

Christmas 2011