In tribute to Christmas and goat farmers, particularly those of us who farm on hillsides, I’ve done a goaty rendition of our favorite tune, Jingle Bells.
Dashing through the snow
In slippery worn out barn boots,
Over the hills we go
Sliding all the way.
Bells on barn boots ring
Making me wonder why I put bells on barn boots,
Anyway, what fun it is to slide and scream
A slippery song tonight.
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to slide
Down the hillside to the barn.
A day or two ago,
I thought I’d take a stroll,
And soon my husband Lee
Was walking by my side;
The hill had icy snow;
Misfortune seemed our lot;
Our boots flew up far and high;
And soon we just went plop, soooo….
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to slide
Down the hillside to the barn.
Another day ago,
Hearing a ruckus at the barn,
I charged out to look down the hill,
Hit a patch of ice
and bells on barn boots rang!
Down that hill I slid,
Somehow still on my feet,
But, only way to stop
Was to hit the barn full speed!
Boy, did that barn shake,
Snow fell off the roof,
All got quiet inside
As I opened the barn door,
Big goat eyes stared at me,
Forgetting about their fight.
Owww, jingle bells jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to slide
Down the hillside to the barn!
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
JINGLE BELL GOATS