Click below to listen to my 2 min. Garden Bite radio show: Twas the Night before Christmas – garden style
It’s Christmas Eve and that means I bring you my gardeners version of an old classic poem written in 1823 by Clement Clarke Moore. I wrote my version well over a decade ago but it still holds true for me.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
not a plant was stirring not even a sprout.
The seedlings were hung by the glow of a grow light
in hopes they’d spring-up-in-summer
to the gardeners delight.
The poinsettias were nestled all snug in their pots
with dreams of some moisture but certainly not rot.
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter, the gardener rose to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash,
to see Bambi and bunny make a mad dash.
They’ve nibbled the branches and munched on the bark,
but God’s creatures must eat and leave their mark.
The moon shines brightly on new fallen snow,
and the plants underneath are assured to grow.
Covered in natures protective shield, the blueberry bushes next year will yield, such wonderful bounty our fingers get stained, with blueberry juice,
that’s all that remains.
The gardener nestles all snug in her bed,
while visions of veggies dance in her head.
As the gardening craze grows listen for more Garden Bite, happy Christmas to all and to all a good night.
As we continue to navigate an uncertain world, may the Spirit surround you and yours. God bless you and keep you.
