Christmas is Here A good time is coming, I wish it were here, The very best time in the whole of the year; I’m counting each day on my fingers and thumbs the weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes. Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down, And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown, I’ll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs, For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes. ~ Author Unknown ~ Happy Days The bells in town are ringing, ‘Tis Christmas time, we know; But not a sound of the bells we hear Out across the shifting snow. Across the wind-swept prairie, Where the wild chinook winds blow. ‘Tis Christmas night, and we’re far away From all we love and know, But faces are bright, and hearts are light; Outside is the drifting snow. And we talk, and laugh, and sing with joy, Out where the chinooks blow. It’s Christmas night, and they drink a toast To the loved one, far away; One to the boys from the sunny South, And one for the old range ways; But the one we all love best of all When they call out “Happy Days.” ‘Tis Christmas night on the old wild range, And the Northern Lights aglow, Dance o’er the grim grey cut-banks, And down on the drifting snow. And the coyote sneaks by the frozen creeks, And the wolf calls long and low, But the toast on the range is “Happy Days,” Far out where the riders go. ~ Rhoda Sivell ~ © Tina's Prayer Gate December 25, 2020