It was the night before Christmas, not a creature was stirring, all pigs were dreaming with smiles on their faces. Ya see, their favorite person, Bill Lee Hill had gave them special feed, Bill called it "the holiday feast." Bill would never say what the secret ingredients was. It became a Christmas occasion, for his family. They would come to the barn before bedtime and watch as every single hog and piglet would be sound asleep as though hypnotized. Laughter did not disturb, nor the petting of the little ones. Chuckles of dizzy delight echoed though the barn.
Bill Lee was someone special in the hog raising world. Not only did he have an uncanny nack with his favorite four legged friends, he was a down home simple man that could come head to head with any animal, a regular animal whisperer he was.
THIS STARTED OUT AS A CHRISTMAS FUNNY. A LITTLE JOKE ARTICLE I WROTE WHILE AT WORK MANY YEARS AGO. I WAS CLEANING OUT MY CLOSET AND FOUND BITS AND PIECES OF SHORT ARTICLES WRITTEN BY HAND, WAY . . . BEFORE I BEGAN THIS-HERE-BLOGGEE-THING-A-MA-DOODLE. I TYPED THE FIRST ELEVEN WORDS AND MY MIND WENT SOME-WHERE'S ELSE. ( can you imagine that? ) I RECKON "CAUSE BILL LEE HILL IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE CHARACTER. SO NOW I'MMA, GONNA CHEAT YA AND DO THE LITTLE FUN CHRISTMAS PIECE AS I ORIGINALL WROTE IT.
It was the night before Christmas, nary a pig were a stirring, down on the farm.
Bill Lee's carharts are hung near the fireplace, for some much needed air!
Bill hopes Santa would bring him a brand spanking new pair.
Soon, Saint Nick would certainly be there.
Bill's back sure hurts from all those scoops.
So many pigs, a lot of pOOp!
Pigs was heard squealing, from high in the air.
Bill strained his eyes, a looking there.
Twelve giant hogs pulling a sled, with a white haired, jolly fella all dressed in red, was coming in for a landing.
"Not up there, down here, I don't wanna shovel turds, off my roof!"
Santa laughs, "okay Bill" handing him a years supply of carharts.
Bill cheers and immediately puts on a brand new pair.
Santa says, these old ones are mighty ripe!"
Bill went inside throwing them into the fire.
Suddenly, flames were a shooting everywhere!
A shock wave of burning methane knocked him for a loop.
Next year "Bill thinks, I'll place them on the stoop.".
Bill runs to the barn, to show his favorite sow, his new suit, he were a happier than, a pig in slop.
"These new coveralls are awful stiff," as he runs, falling into the pig pen.
How quickly, Bill broke his carharts in.
Santa was heard laughing over head, as he threw another pair of carharts to poor ol' Bill.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!!!!