Mike's Meadow Muffin December 8, 2003

The cattle and horses got fed first,

That was a tradition at our place.

Christmas in Cow Country,

Without that hectic urban pace.

Each of our ponies got an apple,

with their morning feed of oats,

As we hurried through our morning chores,

in felt pack boots and overcoats.

Mom served home made eggnog

Dad passed the presents out,

He did it slow to torment us,

Of that I have no doubt.

From the Christmas of my childhood,

many memories linger on,

Like snowy mittens, fresh sliced apples.

Feeding cattle before dawn.

Pop always insisted that presents wait,

Until the stock had all been fed,

He was sure suprised when we had it done,

before he got out of bed!

Mike Puhallo

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