Christmas With Moe

‘Twas year before last
On Christmas Eve night,
Out here on the prairie,
It all looked to be right.

I was ridin’ with Moe,
Or he was ridin’ with me.
I get all confused
About which it should be.

Them stars up yonder
Was puttin’ off a shine.
“Yessir,” I says
“Night’s looking real fine.”

“Shut yer dern mouth,” 
Moe tosses my way.
“You’ll jinx us fer sure
With them words that ya say."

“I ain’t callin’ on trouble.
I just made a observation.
It’s Christmas eve night,
You need some jollification”

It seemed near evr’ year
We spent our Christmas Eves
Buried deep in trouble 
Clean up over our sleeves.

So, we’d went out to search,
It only made sense,
To head off our problems,
Looking from water to fence.

On a night of peace
‘n joy ‘n all such stuff
A smart cowhand knows,
Don’t all-in on a bluff.

We’d mounted on up, 
And started castin’ about,
Lookin’ for our trials 
Afore they sought us out.

“Them cows are all huddled
In the southwest pasture;
Seems to me they foretell
Of a coming disaster.”

He turned in his saddle,
His stubbled face twisted up,
His dander all stirred,
Like I done kicked his pup.

“There ya go again,”
Moe said shakin’ his head.
“Just button yer lips;
Quit spreadin’ your dread.”

“I ain’t hopin’ for bad,
If that’s what you mean.
I was just state’n the obvious
That both of us seen.” 

“Well there such a thing
As too much bad news.
And whenever yer around
It just comes in twos.”

“Luck runs both ways,”
I grouched back at Moe.
“You ain’t no four-leaf clover,
Ner a white buffalo.”

“You got your own luck,
And it’s just bad as me.
Ain’t no sense complainin’
‘Bout somethin’ I see.”

We rode out the fence,
Countin’ all five,
Looking for a break,
A stretch, or a drive.

The sky was all gray,
Like dread hanging low.
The kind of ol’ sky
What might rain or might snow.

We counted their heads.
We counted them all.
Found one a missin’,
As her calf began to bawl.

I looked at Moe,
He nodded at me.
It was that mangy one horn,
None as stubborn as she.

It had to be her.
Well, of all the darn luck.
Ain’t no tellin’ just where,
She might get herself stuck.

We rode on along,
Checkin’ all that darn fence,
Lookin’ for any old sign,
Of that cow with no sense.

The sky began to change.
The wind began to rush,
As we headed for the river,
To search out the brush.

We dared not be caught,
Searchin’ there in a storm,
Or hours it might be
Afore a bedroll we’d warm.

We searched them all out,
Evr’ bramble, brush, n’ scrub.
But we couldn’t find a sign,
Of her nor her rub.

Back to the north,
We made our way slow;
Our hats pushed on down,
Faces slapped by the snow.

I hollered above the wind,
“I’ve found my Christmas wish.
A shack with a fire,
An’ hot beans in a dish."

No longer were those stars
As bright as could be.
Truth be on told,
Snow was all we could see.

Moe shouted out,
“We’ll do well to get home.
It’s best we go on in,
And let that lone cow roam.”

Up ahead, there was movement.
It just might be her.
But the way that snow was swirlin’
It was only a blur.

That shadowy figure,
Well, it got closer each step.
From down at my side,
I heard a growl from ol’ Shep.

We moved with caution,
Not sure what we’d find.
Them swirlin’ white flakes
Had left us near blind.

Then we both got a start,
When we looked up ahead,
And we saw this old man
A drivin’ a sled.

“Thought you two boys
Could sure use a hand.
I’m used to this stuff,
For me it’s just grand."

He had ol’ one horn
Tied to the back of that sleigh.
She was foller'n long
Like he was showin’ the way.

They moved right past,
Headin’ straight for the herd,
And we both foller'd on
Neither sayin’ a word.

Oh, we were mighty thankful,
And we planned to say so,
But he held up his hand,
And said, “I’ve gotta go.”

“The shack is warmed up,
And there’s beans in a pot.
Now you boys hurry along,
While your supper’s still hot.”

“And boys don’t forget
What began this here season,
T’was a little baby boy,
Born for only one reason.”

“So, when life’s storms stir,
Causing you to lose your way,
Just stop that old mare,
And take a second to pray.”

Most cowhands would consider,
That old man’s words to be true.
Though, I guess it might surprise,
Just under a few.

Livin’ on the land,
A man develops some relation,
With the One who’s in charge
Of all this here creation.

From the sky and the land,
To the wind and the rain,
From the calves and the cows,
To the grass on the plain.

Though we grumble and grouch
We all know the same,
When it all goes to the south,
We call on His name.

We watched as that sleigh
Cut through the snow,
Then lifted in air,
And off it did go.

I looked at Moe,
Or Moe looked at me.
We both shook our heads,
Thinking, “How can it be?”

Back in the shack,
Beans and biscuit on each plate,
We both did agree,
“We’ll never convince ol’ Nate.”

“It’s a story we could tell,
A thousand darn times,
And he’d call us both liars,
Reminding of our crimes.”

Spoons ‘ginst the plates, 
The blow of the wind,
The crackle of the fire,
Quiet sounds began to blend.

Time passed slowly,
Our thoughts all tangled,
Wore out from the day,
Like a bull we’d just wrangled.

Flakes swirlin' out the window,
Moe voiced the question we both did ponder.
“You Reckon that old feller,
Really likes all the snow he gets up yonder?”

-- C.E. Lemieux, Jr.

Time

12/2010

With Thanksgiving becoming a distant memory and Christmas having come and gone, we stand at the threshold of a new year.  It’s hard to believe we are about to let 2011 slip into the record books.  Wasn’t it just a few months back that we were saying goodbye to 2010?  Time is a squirmy little concept.  Years seem to fly by.  You close your eyes and it seems your kids have grown and flown from the nest.   On the other hand, yet you stand in line at the checkout counter and your patience can find itself stretched to capacity in a mere matter of minutes.  Crazy how it works, isn’t it?

Think about it.  You start off the work week; get bogged down in the stress and find yourself wishing time would slip into high gear and bring those days off flying around the corner.  You hit the weekend and you’re putting on the brakes trying to slow the clock down so you can have just a little more time!  You wake up an hour before the alarm clock goes off, glance at the time before drifting back off to sleep and it seems that last hour just wasn’t enough.  You sit in the waiting room of the doctor’s office watching the second hand tick tortuously around in a circle and that hour seems like an eternity.

How can a single measurement of time cause so many different reactions? 

I’ve talked about time in many different ways in the blog articles.  I guess it’s just something which intrigues me.  I’ve talked about trading time to our employers for money and sharing time with family and friends; time as a commodity.  The thing is none of us really know how much time we have, so we simply don’t know how valuable it is.  When something is in short supply, the value goes up; like a shortage of fuel or a limited collector’s item.  If we really knew how much time we had, we would probably be spending it on the things which we valued the most.

We’re at the beginning of another school year.  Wow!  Those kids have no idea how fast their time will pass them by.  Most of them live with the idea that they have plenty of time ahead of them.  Parents will be talking about managing their time so they have enough time for school work.  They will need to balance the amount of time they devote to sports, friends, and work.  Above all else, how do we teach them that their time is valuable and limited?

Of course, their carefree spirits towards time and life in general will allow them to live life more fully.  They’ll take more risks than we’d like them to take.  They’ll see life as an adventure and an experience to be savored.  In short, many of them will want to use their time for fun and we want them to enjoy being kids. One day, however, they may find themselves wishing for time to slow down so that they can do all they wanted to do.  They will hope for enough time to spend with the people they care most about.  And, they’ll stare at that clock on the office wall hoping for time to speed up so they can get off work and have time to themselves.  They will see their own kids wasting their time and they’ll encourage them to use it more wisely.

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