San Juan Silver Stage Online • Poetry
Vol. 10, 2004. Serving Colorado and the Four Corners since 1996
GRANDMA'S GIFT 

Christmas time was coming, 
Grandpa planned a great surprise. 
He sought a gift for Grandma
that would truly light her eyes! 
He concocted an idea 
that he thought could not be beat. 
“I’ll pipe gas to the outhouse, 
add some warmth below the seat!” 

Now Grandma cooked a pot of beans, 
to take Election Day, 
As she helped out with the voting 
in her special kind of way. 
The gals would share their dinner, 
and catch up on all the news, 
When the neighbors came to cast their vote, 
 and expound on different views. 

She left home very early, 
before rising of the sun, 
And Grandpa saw this was the day 
to get his digging done. 
He worked carefully and quickly, 
tried to cap it off real tight, 
So the line could all be hidden 
before she returned that night. 

He’d add the heater later, 
before Santa Claus was due, 
And just see how plain delighted 
Grandma’d be when she first knew! 
He could just imagine 
how she’d really treat him sweet 
On that early Christmas morning 
when she felt the heated seat! 

My Grandpa didn’t realize 
there was just a little leak 
In the gas line 
as he hadn’t quite perfected his technique! 
He was sitting in the kitchen, 
trying careful not to grin, 
When Grandma came a driving up 
to let herself back in. 

They shared a bit of supper, 
a few stories and a joke, 
Then Grandma took her corncob pipe 
and slipped out for a smoke. 
She knew it wasn’t healthy, 
and the Parson called it sin, 
But when it came to quitting, 
she just hadn’t quite give in. 

And she took it to the outhouse, 
closed the door and pulled the latch, 
And prepared to do her duties 
just before she lit the match. 
Boom! The outhouse blew to pieces! 
It exploded like a bomb, 
Sending Grandma into orbit 
with her best white bloomers on! 

Grandpa peered out of the window, 
saw her bloomers near the moon, 
And he hoped she could survive the fall 
he knew was coming soon! 
Grandpa ran and tried to catch her 
as she made the second pass, 
And he heard her softly murmur, 
“Guess my beans created gas!” 

She made one more great circle, 
and in Grandpa’s weary eyes, 
The fact she was surviving 
filled the ole’ boy with surprise. 
She landed in the lilac bush! 
All her dignity was lost! 
But they’re getting indoor plumbing now, 
no matter what the cost! 

by Nona Kelley Carver
From Carver Country Cowboys, copyright 1997

CHRISTMAS IN OURAY

When I first think of Christmas, 
My heart begins to say, 
"Let's spend it in the mountains, 
Let's spend it in Ouray." 

For there the lights will twinkle 
Through flakes of falling snow. 
And memory of the Christ Child 
Will come to us, I know. 

The beauty of the season, 
With sparkling Christmas tree, 
Will warm the hearts of children 
And reach to you and me. 

Majestic mountain splendor 
Will call to every heart, 
And warmth of glowing embers 
Will surely do their part. 

We'll laugh and sing and celebrate 
And keep our Christmas Day 
In this little bit of heaven 
The angels call "Ouray." 

copyright 1995 Nona Kelley Carver