It's Christmas in Montana,
Or so the saying goes,
When everything is white,
And the wind she really blows.
When temperatures are chilly,
Often way below the mark,
Anytime it's north of zero,
Seems like summer in the park.
When frost's upon the windows,
And the ice's upon the ground;
When breath looks like a summer cloud,
Waiting for thunder's sound.
When the snow is in the Rockies,
And glaciers start to grow,
And all the grain is hidden,
On the plains below.
When rivers they are frozen,
And the lakes are thick with ice,
And the dogs out on the Res,
Are anything but nice.
When the geese are in the stubble,
And the cattle are fed hay,
And the grizzlies hibernating,
For a cold long winter's stay.
When the missionaries are a working,
In the middle of this cold,
They are still out there sharing,
The message told of old.
But mostly all the people,
Put on their happy face,
And hurry 'bout the country,
At such a rapid pace.
They shout a friendly greeting,
As they hurry on their way,
They are way too busy,
No time for us to stay.
So we share a hurried thought,
As they trot along the path.
They'd slow a might and listen,
If we'd off them some cash.
But what we have is priceless,
Worth more than solid gold.
It's about the restoration,
Gospel truths that were foretold.
We hope that they will listen,
To us at Christmas time,
It's worth a whole lot more,
Than a nickel and a dime.
To us no present's better,
Than a pair of listening ears,
For if they truly listen,
It will bless them through the years.
And we will then bear witness,
Of the message that we share;
It's of the promised Savior,
His truth we do declare.
To watch a mighty change of heart,
There is no better sight,
Than standing in the water,
Humbly dressed in white.
So thank you for your efforts,
Throughout 2010,
Because of your commitment,
The miracle began.
We trust you all are happy,
As happy as can be,
As you dream of many wishes,
Beneath your Christmas tree.
So Merry Christmas to you all,
We bid you lots of cheer.
It's an honor to serve with you,
All throughout the year.
Or so the saying goes,
When everything is white,
And the wind she really blows.
When temperatures are chilly,
Often way below the mark,
Anytime it's north of zero,
Seems like summer in the park.
When frost's upon the windows,
And the ice's upon the ground;
When breath looks like a summer cloud,
Waiting for thunder's sound.
When the snow is in the Rockies,
And glaciers start to grow,
And all the grain is hidden,
On the plains below.
When rivers they are frozen,
And the lakes are thick with ice,
And the dogs out on the Res,
Are anything but nice.
When the geese are in the stubble,
And the cattle are fed hay,
And the grizzlies hibernating,
For a cold long winter's stay.
When the missionaries are a working,
In the middle of this cold,
They are still out there sharing,
The message told of old.
But mostly all the people,
Put on their happy face,
And hurry 'bout the country,
At such a rapid pace.
They shout a friendly greeting,
As they hurry on their way,
They are way too busy,
No time for us to stay.
So we share a hurried thought,
As they trot along the path.
They'd slow a might and listen,
If we'd off them some cash.
But what we have is priceless,
Worth more than solid gold.
It's about the restoration,
Gospel truths that were foretold.
We hope that they will listen,
To us at Christmas time,
It's worth a whole lot more,
Than a nickel and a dime.
To us no present's better,
Than a pair of listening ears,
For if they truly listen,
It will bless them through the years.
And we will then bear witness,
Of the message that we share;
It's of the promised Savior,
His truth we do declare.
To watch a mighty change of heart,
There is no better sight,
Than standing in the water,
Humbly dressed in white.
So thank you for your efforts,
Throughout 2010,
Because of your commitment,
The miracle began.
We trust you all are happy,
As happy as can be,
As you dream of many wishes,
Beneath your Christmas tree.
So Merry Christmas to you all,
We bid you lots of cheer.
It's an honor to serve with you,
All throughout the year.
~President Larry H. Gardner
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