TWas a Few Days Before Christmas.

Miandmiksmom wrote her version, so I thought I'd write my own version.

Twas a few Days before Christmas, I'm sitting at work.
I ain't bought a thing, I'm going berserk.

My Mexican Bridge crew went home for year,
I'm stuck in the office, bored to the tear.

Zachy's been sick, a bad case of the croups.
And the Mexican eatin' gave me the poops.

Cindy's been hustling, picking up my slack
baking and crafting and filling Santa's Sack.

The weather outside is snowy and cold.
I hurt my back and I'm feeling real old.

The 12 hour trip home, I don't think we'll make
Missing our families makes makes my heart ache.

Decisions Decisions, over a number of things:
From what job to take, to what Santa will Bring.

I'm missing the Christmas from when I was a boy,
anxious and sleepless over lots of new toys.

Missing the days with not much to buy
Missing my family about makes me cry.

With all the frustration I just about cave,
I'm loosing touch with that happy fun Dave.

When deep in my heart a pitter and patter
a warmth raises up above all the clatter.

A thought fills my mind that fills me with peace
The anger, frustration and sadness does cease.

The thought of a baby, back two thousand years
who's birth was for told by prophets and seers.

A babe that was perfect in every which way
Who would suffer and die and for sins he would pay.

Oh how would it be to look in his eyes,
to hold him, to hug him, to comfort his cries?

The thought of this birth warms up my soul
mends up my heart and makes it a whole.

So if your like me at the end of your rope
Think of the Savior and you'll find some hope.

With all the bustle, it makes me feel right.
so Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

My Hunt

In my last entry I made a few predictions, I don't have a lot of time to tell the story but the short and dirty of it is that I was within 10 minutes of each prediction. The weather was mean and nasty and I didn't get my bull out until noon Saturday. These are pictures of my little bull and my little man. I will admit that the bull is not a big bull, but if you have ever been elk hunting you can appreciate that I shot it without putting more hours into the hunt than 2 hours. It was the last day of the hunt and I wouldn't pass up the opportunity. I have also included a picture of my little boy to compensate for my small bull. This pic was taken on the way to the barn to look at my bull.

Have a nice day.