'Twas the night before sowing, when all through the house
The puter was quiet, yes even my mouse.
The seed packs were flung by the chimney with flair,
In hopes that in spring, Papavers would be there.
Dear Hubby was nestled all snug in our bed,
While visions of Papavers danced in his head.
And "dog" in his ‘kerchief, and I in knit cap,
Wandered out in the cold, gardens don't need a map.
When out in barren roses there arose such a clatter,
I turned quickly around to see what was the matter.
Twas Hubby knit capped, he was there in a flash,
My surprise of early sowing was gone in a dash.
The glow from my flashlight on new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to gardens below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the seed packs from Hubby, he is such a dear,
With his big gnarly hands so lively and quick,
He tore open each pack that I'd saved, with a flick.
More rapid than eagles the seeds oh they came,
And we read as we threw them, and called them by name!
"Now Somniferum! Nuidcale! Sheldonii and Flavum!
On Alpinum! Rhoeas! Burseri and Glaucum!
To the ground and surroundings! To the top of rock wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all! "
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So down to the compost the seeds they did flew,
With the energy that seeds have, of course our hopes too.
And then, in a twinkling, we heard in a poof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As we turned round our heads, and were turning around,
In our view came the deer and they came with a bound.
Ornery critters all bold, gonna nibble some root,
But they did not expect my sweet hubby's big foot.
He pressed on the peddle of our John Deere and smack!
The blaze from the headlights ran off the whole pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
When he saw the deer run, for tonight they were wary!
If they'd only known toe on pedal ain't slow,
Cuz a man and his Deere wants to see the stuff grow!
"So why did you come out to help and not lurk? ,
I was gonna surprise you and save you the work"
"Side by side we have planted, tonight's no repose,
We do this together for always, you knows!"
We sprang to our bed, to the pup gave a whistle,
The seeds were all flung, didn't step on a thistle.
Take heed Winter Sowers, tonight is the night,
Happy Spring to you all when Papavers are in sight!
(Editor's Note: This article has become a holiday tradition, running on Christmas Eve for many years. We wish you and your family a warm and happy holiday.)