Tonight, as I sat on the Front Porch to read,
Aloud into the night, some Frost, warm as t'is cold,
Even though I may feel a bit old
First my dog, Ole Jake, gives me cheer
By reminding me, with the cock of an ear,
No matter what else I fear,
there are some I am chosen to lead.
For he goes and get's my mother dear
To open the door and set him loose
Whence he comes to set a spell and listen--
'Til my wife takes pity and let's him back in;
Telling me he's been awaiting on me.
Says I, "I like an audience!"
But in he goes to a warm bed now.
So on I shout to the cold crystal sky
And the winged creature with a four foot span
Who went who knows where just momments gone by.
Just then, dear John who happens nigh,
Called from the dark, "Robert! I was listening in!"
So I said, "Come on up, sit down, I have a chair."
"I stood outside the lamp light for awhile.
I hope you don't care."
"Not at all," I say with a smile.
"You read real good, I don't mind to say."
"Well you can't go wrong with some Frosty hay,
Though his meter's apt to get a tad bit lost."
So he asks for more, and on I drone,
All about Maple, or Mabel, as she was known.
There was one about a Christmas Tree,
But before that 'The Path less Taken'. He,
John, says he memorized it once and quotes the ending paragraph.
So I read it and it makes us part as we laugh,
Later, now, I'm pictures loading down and up,
As my wife gets ready to sleep I have sup't
At the table that my Lord has set,
And I think this may be the best Chrismas yet!