Twas the night before Christmas but our deer camp was shaken,
Twas the night before Christmas but our deer camp was shaken,Not a hunter was happy cause’ no deer had been taken.Our deer tags were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that some big bucks soon would be there.We hunters all snoozed in our long johns of red,While visions of jerky swirled in our heads.When out in the woods there arose such a clatter,I sprang from my bunk and fell down the ladder.I limped to the window and what did appear ,But a miniature sleigh and eight huge, trophy reindeer.I yelled for the guys to bail out of bed,And they soon filled the windows to stare at the sled.When they all saw the reindeer a hush filled the room ,As their huge antlers gleamed in the light of the moon.Could this be St. Nick and his magic reindeer,And what in tarnation are they doin’ out here? Each hunter had scattered to get to his gun; I had to work fast before the shootin’ begun.I grabbed my own rifle as I ran toward the sled,And fired several rounds over their head.“That should do it,” I thought. “That should chase them away,”But it scared them so badly they tipped over the sleigh.I fell to the ground and covered my head,Certain there’d be shootin’ and the deer would be dead.But instead all my buddies stood quietly by, And pointed at something bright in the sky.A star in the east shone so brightly that night,That we all stood there awestruck, solemn and quiet.St. Nick and the “boys” used this chance to vamoose,And streaked through the woods like an on-fire caboose.As for me and the guys, we slunk back inside,And nothing was hurt that night but our pride.So just as the star on that first Christmas eve,Brought a savior to us for all who believe.Its brilliance tonight once again lit the way,For St. Nick to escape with his reindeer and sleigh. And I heard him exclaim as they raced out of sight,Rudolph you blockhead, what were you thinking?Of all the stupid places to land, in a deer hunting camp? Duhhh!Seriously, if you try that again, I’ll personally hang your head in my workshop,Bright red nose and all!Merry Christmas from Steve and Joyce at Exploring Kansas Outdoors Steve Gilliland is a syndicated outdoors columnist, and can be contacted by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.