Jale and Clem's Christmas Surprise

By Bronco T

Carlos Called Jake and Clement called Clem,
Lived on a ranch, where they were treated like men.

Clem he was nine, and Jake was ten,
But they shouldered their share, of ranch work with a grin.

They were both known as hands, to the folks far and wide,
They knew about cows, and could rope and could ride.

But like most ranch raised boys, they both loved the horse,
And each longed to own one, not someone else’s of course.

Since Jake he was five, and Clem he was three,
Each year they had begged, for a cowhorse under the tree.

Each year was the same, Santy didn’t come through,
So they vowed that this Christmas, they’d change Santy’s view.

Late into the night, they concocted a plan,
About how they’d treat, that Ol’ Santy man.

If he didn’t come through, and tie a horse under their tree,
He’d live to regret, comin’ ‘round the Ol’ Lazy T3.

Well Christmas Eve came, the rest of the family in bed,
But Little Jake and Clem, snuck out to the old saddle shed.

They each grabbed a rope, and a brandin’ iron apiece,
A dehornin’ saw, and a bucket of grease.

The brandin’ irons were placed, in the fireplace to heat,
The ropes were tied off, to the banister real neat.

They crouched under the stairs, their ropes in their hand,
But stayin’ awake past ‘bout midnight, is more than a young boy can stand.

Well when Santy showed up, in his red Santy suit,
He was busy with presents, full of fine Christmas loot.

Jake and Clem woke with a start, from a light Christmas sleep,
And seen Ol’ Santy bent over, stackin’ presents real deep.

They both started to boil, cause somethin’ weren’t right,
There wasn’t a new cowhorse, anywhere in sight.

Movin’ quiet as can be Jake, throwed a rope ‘round Santy’s feet,
And then Clem snagged his shoulders, jerked his slack clean and neat.

Santy hit the wood floor, on his face with a bang,
He’d learn not to mess, with the Lazy T3 gang.

Well Santy was out, for the count like a light,
And Clem tied ‘im up, before he started to fight.

Jake snaked a hot iron, out of the coals of the fire,
And slapped it smack on the rump, of that Ol’ reindeer flier.

Santy let out a scream, that you could hear clear in town,
And shot so high in the air, he liked to never come down.

Then he started in to cussin’, so bad the air it turned blue,
Usin’ the kind of words, they didn’t know Santy knew.

Santy pulled loose his hand, from the rope that had ‘im tied,
And the fake beard, was from his face pried.

Then Jake and Clem stared, at Santy’s face with great awe,
For the man in the Santy suit, was really their pa.

It scared ‘em so badly, that each knew he was dead,
Ran out the front door a screamin, past the old saddle shed.

And as they ran by they saw, there tied to the hitchin tree,
Two matchin’ bay geldings, as pretty as could be.

They knew better than stop, headin’ for the willows near the creek, Both shakin’ so bad, It made their knees weak.

Well the end of this story, is a happy one you’ll see, And They had a happy Christmas, As happy can be.

Jake and Clem eventually came home, ‘cause their ma was in tears, Pa forgave the boys, which relieved their worst fears.

Pa’s backside was sore, but the boys got their horse,
It was one Christmas to remember, but it could have been worse.

Everybody was happy, but most of all pa,
He felt real lucky escapin, that de-hornin’ saw.