A Smoky Mountain Sleighride

A Smoky Mountain Sleighride

By Ron Evans

When it's Christmas in the Smokies

And we've had a winter's blow

And everything for miles around

Is covered deep in snow.

When we've finished all our shopping

And trimmed the perfect tree,

And find that obligations

Leave some time for you and me;

Then the silver moon beams beckon

And their brightness lights our way,

And there seems no better place to be

Than riding in a sleigh.

So many times on cold winter nights

We glide the forest trails,

'Mid sound of muffled hoofbeats

And song of harness bells.

We pause upon the old stone bridge

Above the river's glare,

Where hardy skaters pivouette

Despite the frigid air.

And then atop a high hill crest

We stop to rest the mare,

While Heaven's diamond studded stars

Reflect upon your hair.

Such moments last forever

They defy eternity,

For time is held immobilized

By Christmas memory.

Reluctantly we turn for home

And give the nag her head,

She whisks us briskly through the night

We'll soon be home in bed.

And there we'll dream of sculpted drifts

Piled high by winter's blow,

And lovers in a magic sleigh

That skims across the snow..

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