Okay, you guys asked for it....
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place,
Not a tractor was stirring, not even a Case.
The weights were all hung on the 100 with care,
with hopes that a blizzard would soon fill the air.
Plugged into the charger, tucked away in the shed,
fearing the battery would again end up dead.
And I in my Carhartts and real raccoon hat,
had parked at my laptop to study the maps.
The picture was grim no blue to be found,
Another day of staring at that ugly brown ground.
But wait as I zoom out what do I see,
The Dakotas covered in the blue, my hands clap with glee.
Snow it was promised, and up to my knees
Oh don’t miss me again lord, I cried and I plea.
I looked out the window and sure enough snow!
I couldn’t see the road, it had started to blow.
I held my excitement to let it get good and deep,
There would be plowing tonight, why bother to sleep.
As I gathered my gear I heard a loud pop,
Something was broken and had rolled to a stop.
A torrent of cursing was coming from near,
My neighbor was livid, he had broken his Deere.
I leap into action, the Cadet fired right up,
I blazed down the driveway without getting stuck.
The snow is so deep, I know what I need,
I increase the throttle for Blunier Ramming Speed!
The snow flew off the blade as I giggled and smiled,
With the neighbor broken down, I would be at this a while.
Little attention was paid to what I was doing,
I am a pro after all, but who was I fooling.
Hidden well below, a chunk of concrete,
the blade didn’t trip as I exited the seat.
Into the wheel went my gut and knocked out my breath,
I slammed back to the seat half scared to death.
I decreased the throttle and at my neighbor did glace,
He just stared at his Deere in some kind of trance.
I put the Cub in the shed and hit the fridge for a Lite.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.