‘Twas the night before Christmas, and I at my bench
In one hand a screw driver, in the other a wrench!
The fluids all dripping, tractor parts bent or just broke
I sat there in sadness, such a pitiful bloke!
I needed some help, I needed some cheer
None to be had, as I cried in my beer!
I trudged to the house in a long mournful stride
My abilities defeated, a crush to my pride!
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Santa, soon would be there!
The children were all nestled so snug in their bed
While visions of parts bills, danced in my head!
We had all settled down for a long winter’s rest
My joy of the season, being put to the test!
When all of a sudden, there was something the matter
A diesel in the sky, I could tell by the clatter!
I jumped to the window and scanned the view loft
A site so amazing, I thought I’d gone soft!
A sleigh I sighted as it coursed cross the sky
An unusual sleigh, I doubted my eye!
“Twas pulled by eight tractors of varying hue
It swooped and careened as it came into view!
Out of control, could be no doubt of that
As the sleigh on my roof, knocked the chimney just flat!
With a rumble of sorts and a big cloud of soot
Down the chimney the driver, appeared at my foot!
A crumpled map in one hand, he produced with a flick
I knew it must be, an errant St. Nick!
He asked for directions, to continue his flight
To arrive at TBN, that Internet site!
He opened his sack and all I could see
Were tractor goodies, for you… and for me!
A FEL and remotes spilled out of the top
When he’d filled up the room, I told him to stop!
With the TBN address up the chimney he rose
That Jolly old fellow, who everyone knows!
He fired those diesels and lurched straight away
Heading to you, before the next day!
I heard him say, fore he passed out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
(My profound apologies to Clement Clark Moore)
Happy Holidays-…..Ken
In one hand a screw driver, in the other a wrench!
The fluids all dripping, tractor parts bent or just broke
I sat there in sadness, such a pitiful bloke!
I needed some help, I needed some cheer
None to be had, as I cried in my beer!
I trudged to the house in a long mournful stride
My abilities defeated, a crush to my pride!
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Santa, soon would be there!
The children were all nestled so snug in their bed
While visions of parts bills, danced in my head!
We had all settled down for a long winter’s rest
My joy of the season, being put to the test!
When all of a sudden, there was something the matter
A diesel in the sky, I could tell by the clatter!
I jumped to the window and scanned the view loft
A site so amazing, I thought I’d gone soft!
A sleigh I sighted as it coursed cross the sky
An unusual sleigh, I doubted my eye!
“Twas pulled by eight tractors of varying hue
It swooped and careened as it came into view!
Out of control, could be no doubt of that
As the sleigh on my roof, knocked the chimney just flat!
With a rumble of sorts and a big cloud of soot
Down the chimney the driver, appeared at my foot!
A crumpled map in one hand, he produced with a flick
I knew it must be, an errant St. Nick!
He asked for directions, to continue his flight
To arrive at TBN, that Internet site!
He opened his sack and all I could see
Were tractor goodies, for you… and for me!
A FEL and remotes spilled out of the top
When he’d filled up the room, I told him to stop!
With the TBN address up the chimney he rose
That Jolly old fellow, who everyone knows!
He fired those diesels and lurched straight away
Heading to you, before the next day!
I heard him say, fore he passed out of sight
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
(My profound apologies to Clement Clark Moore)
Happy Holidays-…..Ken
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