A Murdoch’s Night Before Christmas
A Christmas Poem by Diedre House, Murdoch’s Team Member in Parker, CO
‘Twas 3 weeks before Christmas and all through Murdoch’s land,
People were buying gifts; they had cash in hand.
They had Carhartt and Stihl, dog leashes and gloves.
They were gifts for the ones they did love.
When in the parking lot there arose such a clatter.
I looked up from the cashier to see what was the matter.
The front door flew open and in he did stroll,
A bag full of goodies he had as his toll.
His eyes they did twinkle, his cheeks were so rosy.
It was 10 degrees outside, but in the store it was cozy.
He spoke not a word and went straight to work.
He picked up dog treats and chainsaws and turned with a jerk.
He sat down for photos with kids and a puppy.
He knew it made their year and that it made them happy.
The last of the children on his lap they did sit.
His job was done and the road he needed to hit.
He took one more look back at the store as his truck they did load,
Reindeer food, it was better than gold.
I heard him exclaim as he drove down the road,
“Merry Christmas to all, and y’all be good.”
