Twelve Days of the Farmer’s Christmas
Farmers and ranchers celebrate their own brand of the Holiday season.
On the First Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
A trip to the tractor parts store
On the Second Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store
On the Third Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Three escaped cattle
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store
On the Fourth Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Four filthy hoodies (could ya wash these for me, honey?)
Three escaped cattle
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store
On the Fifth Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Five hours fixing fence (he swore he only needed me 20 minutes)
Four filthy hoodies
Three escaped cattle
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store
On the Sixth Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Six round bales rollin’
Five hours fixing fence (he swore he only needed me 20 minutes)
Four filthy hoodies
Three escaped cattle
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store
On the Seventh Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Seven degrees this morning
Six round bales rollin’
Five hours fixing fence (he swore he only needed me 20 minutes)
Four filthy hoodies
Three escaped cattle
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store
On the Eighth Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Eight bottle babies
Seven degrees this morning
Six round bales rollin’
Five hours fixing fence (he swore he only needed me 20 minutes)
Four filthy hoodies
Three escaped cattle
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store
On the Ninth Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Nine o’clock supper
Eight bottle babies
Seven degrees this morning
Six round bales rollin’
Five hours fixing fence (he swore he only needed me 20 minutes)
Four filthy hoodies
Three escaped cattle
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store
On the Tenth Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Ten icey water troughs
Nine o’clock supper
Eight bottle babies
Seven degrees this morning
Six round bales rollin’
Five hours fixing fence (he swore he only needed me 20 minutes)
Four filthy hoodies
Three escaped cattle
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Eleven ewes a lambin’
Ten icey water troughs
Nine o’clock supper
Eight bottle babies
Seven degrees this morning
Six round bales rollin’
Five hours fixing fence (he swore he only needed me 20 minutes)
Four filthy hoodies
Three escaped cattle
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas
my farmer gave to me:
Twelve gates to open
Eleven ewes a lambin’
Ten icey water troughs
Nine o’clock supper
Eight bottle babies
Seven degrees this morning
Six round bales rollin’
Five hours fixing fence (he swore he only needed me 20 minutes)
Four filthy hoodies
Three escaped cattle
Two feed bills due
and a trip to the tractor parts store (and of course I brought home the wrong thing…)
Farmers celebrate holidays a little differently. But we love it. We wouldn’t want to live life any other way.
Originally written for and published by Arable |arable.media
