Twas the night before Christmas and out on the ranch, the pond was froze over and so was the branch.
The snow was piled up belly-deep to a mule, the kids were all home on vacation from school.
And happier young folks you never did see, just sprawled all around a-watching TV.
Then suddenly some time around eight o’clock, there came a surprise that gave them a shock!
The power went off, the TV went dead! When Grandpa came in from out in the shed.
With an armload of wood, the house was all dark. “Just what I expected” they heard him remark.
“Them wires must be down from the snow, seems sorta like times on the ranch long ago.”
“I’ll hunt up some candles,” said Mom. “With their light and the fireplace, I reckon we’ll make out all right.”
The teenagers all seemed enveloped in gloom, then Grandpa came back from a trip to his room.
Uncased his old fiddle and started to play, that old Christmas song about bells on a sleigh.
Mom started to sing, and the first thing they knew, both Pop and the kids were all singing it, too!
They sang Christmas carols, they sang “Holy Night,” their eyes all a-shine in the ruddy firelight.
They played some charades Mom recalled from her youth, and Pop read a passage from God’s Book of Truth.
They stayed up till midnight, and would you believe, those youngsters agreed ’twas a fine Christmas Eve.
Grandpa rose early sometime before dawn, and when the kids wakened, the current was on.
“They sure got the line fixed up quick,” said Grandpa, and no one suspected the trick.
Last night, for the sake of some old-fashioned fun, he had pulled the main switch, the old son-of-a-gun!
(Found in Enchantment, the voice of New Mexico’s electric cooperatives. December 2011. No author name given.)