Today in St. Peters, MO: Chance of showers, high 45 degrees.
A Missouri Redneck Christmas Poem
The week before Christmas in a small Missouri town
a dusting of snow fell down to the ground.
The trees were all sprinkled with flakes from above,
and throughout the woods spread a feeling of love.
When across the vast forest what should appear
but a painted red sleigh with eight mounted reindeer.
Inside the sled my brother-in-law Steve sat,
wearing a Cardinals sweatshirt and camouflage hat.
Huddled next to Steve, sat sweet sister Bridget with antlers and smile,
hoping her Budweiser hoodie would keep her warm for awhile.
The Missouri Redneck sled, built by my niece Angie’s husband Paul,
was mounted on his quad-runner, with deer heads from their family-room wall.
I share this photo so one and all can see why I so “deerly” love my family
We're not phony or fake and we have a good time,
But I must apologize for my attempt at this rhyme.
As Christmas draws near, I wish you much joy and good cheer,
Maybe one day you’ll ride in a sled with eight mounted reindeer.
Merry Christmas! Donna Volkenannt
