A Christmas Story in Four PartsFor part one, click here; for part two, click here; for part three, click here.
My heart rate grew rapid at the sight of the beef,
And if it could not be mine, I might just succumb to grief.
But I had no cause for worry, as The Trapper, most kind,
Passed me that sweet jerky, just like gold, freshly mined.
As I devoured the meat treat I felt my hunger subside,
And the Old Trapper watched me with obvious pride.
My eyes closed in joy, as I continued to chew,
And when they opened some time later, The Trapper had vanished from view.
I was sad for a moment, but my heart did soon lift,
For The Trapper had given me the finest Christmas gift.