Firing Of The Christmas Guns

Rugged and steady and armed they were Worn western hats perched on their heads Guns drawn and ready to fire As they were filled with a round of lead For it was in Yukon at high noon A crowd had gathered by now Breaths were held in anticipation Knowing the blasts would be very loud They were tough you could tell immediately Long mustaches draped below their nose A flash of history from the past Was apparent by their western clothes Ladies too were dressed in western attire Feathers adorning their hats It was exciting, I’ll tell you, my friend From where the onlookers sat An occasion folks will always remember For it was for strong men and their sons A way to celebrate this time of year By the firing of the Christmas guns!