Saskatchewan Christmas Eve 1950
Tonight’s stars and full moon light our way
through snow filled roads and neighbour stubble fields.
Huddled in our green narrow box sled stall
all bundled up in woolen mitts and scarves
we six straddle horse blanket covered bales.
Our carol, ‘Angels We Have Heard On High’,
muted by our blanket-covered heads
keeps time with Maud and ol’ Bob’s trotting tread.
In beaver coat and hat Dad grips the reins
driving smoke breathing plodding faithful coursers
to onion steepled St Pete’s Church in time
to celebrate the magic midnight hour again
when the Lord God leaped down from way on high
to our lowly snow drifted prairie land and sky.