Senior Scribes
A Christmas Holiday Offering
By Hope Louise Edwards Wills

TIME TO EAT

By Hope Louise Edwards Wills

Gary Goat was thinking, “It’s almost Christmas, my, oh my.

The farmer’s wife will make an apple cinnamon pie.

Snicker doodles, Gingerbread and then my favorite thing for goodness sake,

A three layered cream filled, chocolate cake.”

Harry Hound came by and said,” Gary, what are you thinking about?

It must be food, I have no doubt.”

“Yes,” said Gary, “It’s the Christmas season,

And that gives me a very good reason

To visit the kitchen as often as I can

It will be wonderful, man oh man.”

Harry said, “Gary, all you think about is food

Other things can set the mood

Like Christmas trees, carols, stockings and reindeer and snow,

Garlands, Tinsel and mistletoe!”

“Well, yes,” said Gary, “those Christmas sounds are really neat,

Santa’s Ho! Ho! Ho!, children’s laughter and and the farmer’s wife calling

IT’S TIME TO EAT

CHRISTMAS EVE

Harry Hound was quite pleased to see

Everyone gathering with smiles full of glee.

Henrietta Hen was overjoyed that she

Had gotten the girls on a “cleaning spree”.

The henhouse looked wonderful you see

All decked out with berries and greenery.

Clara Cow had a new red bell

And a red ribbon on her tail as well.

Pom (the pup) was wearing a new green sweater and tiny green shoes.

Which he really, really wanted to lose

Before his friends all had a laugh or two

As they so often liked to do.

Thomas Turkey looked at Pom and said,

“Don’t you cry.”

You will be the only one tonight whose feet will be dry.

Along came Gary Goat sporting (on one of his horns) a Santa hat.

Only Gary would think of that.

Paula Pig said with a smile,

“Well Santa I didn’t expect to see you for a while.”

“It’s me, Gary,” said he as his head began to itch.

Maybe he shouldn’t have picked the hat out of the ditch.

Harry Hound said to Gussy Goose, “Gussy, will you join us tonight and sing?”

Gussy hissed, “Now why should I do such a thing?

I would rather break a wing.

I won’t join this lousy group and sing!”

Pour Gussy, thought Harry, she has no Christmas spirit at all.

Around herself she had built a wall.

Harry’s hope was that someday she

Would happily join the farm family.

But soon the animals would gather at the farmhouse window and sing

And all their voices united would ring

For those wonderful folks inside

And everyone far and wide.

HW