(This began as an entry for Chel Owens A Mused poetry comp but snuck off on me. Again.) Christmas Catch Ya'll Up. / John Deere Letter. Hi guys, it's time to keep ya'll in the know, With the festivities near we've horns to blow, Folks do tell 'times is hard and the 'conomy's shot' But we're happy as clams, cause we've got the lot. Hubby Bubba's gone up yet another pay grade, He must've sold every pickup truck Jeep made, The twins is gettin' schooled and topping their class, We're hopin', with luck they'll scrape a C and even pass! Cody done won the Jumbo stuffed bear at the tri-county fair, Took down them three ducks with two rounds to spare, At the bake sale mah apple pie took out first prize as well, The only Blue Ribbon you'll stick on this Southern belle. Our Jolene is playing Virgin Mary in the nativity play, Their damn Rodeo's ain't playing Joseph, if I have my way- No mistletoe kisses a'tween Jo Hatfield and Rodeo McCoy, I sez 'Jolene, you don't have no truck with that bad boy.' But then that dang new preacher had to up'n speak 'Let's try to forgive and forget, turn the other cheek,' If I believed that liberal trash I'd be a'wineing at Mass- This Southern Baptist knows Rodeo's coveting Jolene's ass. Still, I must say they look good together, they act pretty tight, They've practised at the Church Hall religiously every night, Now Jo is a shining star as Mother Mary, positively glowing, We're praying, when Christmas comes Jo won't be showing.