A Christmas Story in Four PartsFor part one, click here; for part two, click here.
He was dressed all in leather, from his tips to his toes,
And from them the warm scent of cedar arose;
A worn leather satchel hung low on at his waist,
And from his smile I could see his teeth were perfectly spaced.
His eyes were the color of deep oceans, so blue,
And I blushed just a little admiring the view!
His beard was majestic and worn with such pride,
I felt shame for my stubble the wife would often deride;
His fur cap sat squarely atop the crown of his head,
A new fashion, I felt, would soon be widespread;
Through all this my hunger flamed hard in my gut,
And I feared hope for its filling would soon be slammed shut.
But just then from out of his waist bag, so murky,
The Trapper produced a 10oz bag of beef jerky.
To Be Continued...