I thought we all needed a smile for the day. I hope you enjoy it...
A "Little Cowboy" Conversation
I overheard two cowboys talkin' down at Lil's Cafe.
I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I could hear them plain as day.
I had seen them park their ponies out by the paper stand.
They drifted in with muddy boots like any other man.
One said, "I know there is a Santa.I know he comes for sure.
I heard some talk a few years back about... reindeer manure."
" 'Course, I never saw it for myself, but it was up on some folks roofs.
They say they found it Christmas mornin', after hearin' tiny hooves."
His partner pushed back his cowboy hat and poked a french fry in his mouth.
"I jutht don't undethtand," He said," how they can land on top a houth."
"Oh, its easy," Said the first cowboy, "Santa knows just what to do.
I bet he uses gees and haws and sets them reindeer down in twos."
"Did ya ever hear 'im comin', or see 'im way up high?"
"Yeth I did!" The other answers," and he wath flyin' through the thky!"
After a couple bites of burger and several sips of Coke,
One said, somewhat bewildered, he had heard that Santa was a joke...
"He ith not! Don't tell me that. He alwayth bringth me thtuff!
Hith little elvth work tho hard tho there will be enough!"
"Thath how I got my puppy and my ropin' horth, ole Athe."
It was hard to take him serious with all that ketchup on his face.
"We better git along." One said,"We still got chores to do.
We gotta bring them doggies in. It's up to me and you."
They paid me from their pockets, bills damp and in a wad.
They said a po-lite "thank you" with a hat-tip and a nod.
Headin' for the door one said,
"About that Santa thing,we better be believin' hard,
before it gets too late.
'cuz by next year you"ll be seven years old,
And I'll be turnin' eight!"