A Visit From The Old Trapper: A Christmas Story in Four Parts
A Visit From The Old Trapper: Part 1
A hunger was stirring that I just couldn't dodge;
My stash near the chimney had long been laid bare,
And I eyed my empty kitchen cupboards with growing despair;
I'd sent the children to bed with the last of my grub,
And at this point I'd probably devour a shrub;
My wife had been gone six days visiting her sister,
And with horror I'd found you can't shop via transistor;
When out from the woods I heard a faint rustle,
So I shut off the lights, worried I was in for a tussle;
I snuck to my window using every bit of my guile,
And peeked into the clearing fearing something so vile;
By starlight the world was surprisingly bright,
But it did nothing at all to lessen my fright;
Suddenly from the tree line there emerged a brown bear,
Fur and fang glistening in the moonlight like some living nightmare;
But sitting astride the great Ursa was a fellow so dapper,
I knew in my gut this was the Old Trapper.
To be continued...
With thanks to Mr. Clement Clark Moore.