Old Folks Home For Cows

When I was a kid ,we had this cow named Daisy. She was pretty old for a cow. Every day I would go and see her. I sure loved that cow. One day some men came with a truck they put Daisy in the truck and drove away. Were did Daisy go I asked my mother. Well said mother Daisy is old and needs to be taken care of so she is at a sort of old folks home for cows. When I told a neighbor boy , he laughed at me and said there is no such thing. I told dad. Get in the truck said dad. Where we going says I. You will see when we get there says dad. We drove till we got to a farm and there was Daisy she was so sick she could hardly move. Tears ran down my face. Daisy is going to die isn't she I said. Yes said Dad sometimes we lose the ones we love.

A few weeks later we got a phone call. daisy died. Sometimes we lose the ones we love I said.

Santa Claus

The same boy who said there is no old folks home for cows said there is no Santa Claus. Is there I asked my dad? Well said Dad stay up late on Christmas eve ad see if he comes.

Christmas Eve I was determined to stay up late I was getting awful tired. Then there was a knock on the door and there he was . He had a present for me and mom and dad. He said ho ho ho and he left. Santa did sort of resemble the old man across the street.