oops, here is the Christmas Poem for Gardeners

Theladygardens@aol.com Theladygardens@aol.com
Tue, 12 Dec 2006 12:15:17 PST
T'was the week before Christmas, and all  through the yard,
Not a gift was being given, not even a  card.

The tools were  all hung, in the carport with care,
With hopes that St. Nicholas soon would  repair.

The shovel  with blade all rusty and cracked,
The pitchfork still shiny, but handle it  lacked.

When out on my  lawn, (it's brown and abused)
I could see poor old Santa, looking  confused.

No list had  been left for Santa to see,
No gardening gifts were under the  tree.

But wait there's  still time, it's not Christmas yet,
And gardening gifts are the quickest to  get.

You can forget  the silk tie, the fluffy new sweater,
Give something to make the garden grow  better.

If she wants a  gift shiny, then don't be a fool,
It's not a dumb diamond, but a sparkling  new tool.

If fragrance  is listed you can forget French perfume,
It's a pile of manure that'll make  gardeners swoon.

Give  night crawlers, not nightgowns, a hose that sprays water.
(Anything for the  kitchen is not worth the bother.)

Give a great gift that can dig in the dirt,
It's  better than any designer-brand shirt.

Now look quick at Santa, this guy's not so  dumb,
Under his glove, he hides a green thumb.

His knees are so dirty, his back how it  aches,
His boots stomp on slugs, (he gives them no  breaks).

The guy works  only winter, you can surely see why,
For the rest of the year it's as easy as  pie.

He has elves  plant through spring, pull weeds in the summer,
In fall they all harvest, but  winter's a bummer

And  so Christmas gives Santa a part-time employment,
'Till spring when the blooms  are his real enjoyment.

So ask the big guy for garden gifts this  year,
Seeds, plants and tools, Santa holds them all  dear.

You see, malls  may be crowded, vendors hawking their wares,
But visit a nursery, stress-free  shopping is there.

Now  Santa's flown off, to the nursery he goes,
And his voice fills the night with  loud Hoe! Hoe! Hoe!


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