Christmas With the Christensen's

(our Ranch home in southcentral Montana. no snow yet.)


The afternoon is warm and white on our country home
My heart is glad that school is out, soon I won't be alone.

The cattle in the pastures lie near the crystal stream
warm sunshine on their black hide, emits a cloud of steam.

Mule deer and the antelope are spotted on the sky line
a flock of tiny finches are perched upon the high line.

The Suburban pulls into the yard, full from front to back
My daughter newly licensed, with Mom's guidance, stayed on track.

They jump from the car and I greet them with a hug and a kiss
The dogs and cats all gather for loving from Mom and Sis.

Rose and Sieri, our horses, race to our yard gate
When mom comes home they get a treat so they are never late.

We quickly unload the car and put all the stuff away
Sister sits at the piano, Christmas songs to play.

I stand behind and sing along, as she plays each song so bright
We are all so excited cause brother is off work tonight.

He has just spent a week of shifts in the Emergency room
working and hoping that he can bring light, to hurt, sadness, and gloom.

In two short hours brother is home and we greet him at the door
then out to help him unload his car, gifts, there are ten or more.

We visit share and play a game until it's time to sleep
Then cuddle in our warm soft beds sometimes counting sheep.

Morning time , it's out of bed and breakfast of pancakes and eggs
Today we hunt for our Christmas tree and we all need strength for our legs.

We drive up to the timbered ridge, hike off with saw and axe in tow
When we find the perfect tree we will drag it back through the snow.

Home at the shop we fix the stand and make the tree the right height
Then into the house for decorating it must be done tonight.

The next day it is Christmas eve and piano and voices fill the air
practicing "What Child Is This" The song for church, they will share.

I will read gospel, my children will sing, our family will usher folks in.
The beautiful green of the altar symbol of new life and salvation from sin.

To celebrate and sing with Church family to melt in their kindness and love,
This celebration, by the Bride of Christ, for the birth of His gift from above

Tiny Baby in a manger bed beneath the starlit sky.
God with us as tiny man, a tear falls from my eye.

He left his home in Heaven, the perfect human, to show us the way
Thanks for letting us share with you, this blessed Christmas day  

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