Cowboy’s Christmas Carol by Flora Ferrari

Ain’t no way that’s her.

Not my Carol. She said she’d always be country down to her cowgirl boots.She used to help out a bit around my ranch in exchange for a little walkin’ around money and time with my horses. She worked harder than any ranch hand I ever had. And she took to ridin’ my horses like a natural.But she’s gone and turned into one of them uptown girls. A city slicker that only cares about fancy things and livin’ the good life.Well the good life’s with me down here on the ranch…enjoying the simple things. Most important thing of all being a family to call your own.

And that’s exactly what I want. But she don’t even notice me anymore. She should be lyin’ down by the creek with me listenin’ to bullfrogs, but instead she’s in the big city listenin’ to them hot shot downtown douchebags spout a different kind of bull.I’m gonna show her what she left behind, and when I do I’ll ride her bareback and make her mine forever. And there’s another thing we’re gonna make together.Our own little bronc riding baby.I’m gonna make hay while the sun shines, and make something else at night.A family…together with her. Forever.