What do cowboys do for Christmas>

Ever wonder what cowboys do on Christmas? Some of them attend The Cowboy Christmas Ball.
On this day in 1890, poet and ranchman Larry Chittenden’s “The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball” was first published in the Anson Texas Western. Chittenden, born in New Jersey in 1862, came to Texas in 1883 and established a ranch at the foot of Skinout Mountain near Anson. He was staying overnight at the Star Hotel, where a Christmas dance was held annually in appreciation of the patronage of ranchers and cowboys. He watched the cowboys and their ladies dance the square, the schottische, the heel-and-toe polka, the waltz, and the Virginia reel. The memory of that evening never left him and he wrote one of the first cowboy poems ever, “The Cowboy Christmas Ball.”
It has been reprinted and anthologized many times since. John A. Lomax and his brother Alan published it in their book Cowboy Songs and Other Frontier Ballads in 1910. Chittenden, who moved to Bermuda in 1904, died in 1934, the same year the citizens of Anson staged the first annual Cowboys’ Christmas Ball. The poem was set to music and sung at the Anson ball in 1946, and it became a tradition to have a soloist sing the ballad before the ball.

Way out in West Texas, where the Clear Fork waters flow,
Where the cattle are “a-browzin'” an’ the Spanish ponies grow;
Where the Northers “come a-whistlin'” from beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin’, as if they had “The Grip”;
Where the coyotes come a-howlin’ ’round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are a-singin’ to the lovely “meadow lark”;
Where the bighorns are a-grazin’ and the lonely plovers call —
It was there that I attended “The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball.”
(whoo!)

The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles;
The ladies — “kinda scatterin'” — had gathered in for miles..
The room was togged out gorgeous – with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely – the boys looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to yellin': “Hey, fellers, let’s stampede!”
And the music started sighin’, an’ awailin’ through the hall
As a kind of introduction to “The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball.”

Their leader was a feller that came from Swenson’s ranch,
They called him “Windy Billy,” from “little Deadman’s Branch.”
His rig was “kinda careless,” big spurs and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that come when “a fellers shoots.”
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet were animated an’ a mighty, movin’ sight,
When he commenced to hollerin’, “Now, fellers stake your pen!”
“Lock horns with all them heifers, an’ russle ‘em like men.
“Salute yer lovely critters; now swing an’ let ‘em go,
“Climb the grape vine ’round ‘em — all hands do-ce-do!
“You Mavericks, join the round-up – Just skip her waterfall,”
Huh! It was gettin’ happy, The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball

Don’t tell me ’bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir’ee!
That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I’m sick of lazy shufflin’s, of them I’ve had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol’ Bill.

McAllister ain’t nowhere, when Windy leads the show,
I’ve seen ‘em both in harness, and so I sorta know —
Oh, Bill, I sha’n’t forget ya, and I’ll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited soiree — “The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball.”

Oh, Bill, I sha’n’t forget ya, and I’ll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited soiree — “The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball.”

Cody Alvarez was going to his own Christmas Ball…in Alaska. And he has an agenda. He needed to find a wife by Christmas or he would lose the ranch his uncle left to him.
Libby Morris just needed, for once in her life, to feel desired. Sensual. Appealing. Especially after an intense reshaping at a high-end spa. Invited to Christmas Week at the Castillo Lodge in Alaska by Madame Eve of 1Night Stand, Cody and Libby were not given the names of the partners chosen for them.
As they were forced to wait until they learned who their one-night stands were, they discovered an incredible spark of chemistry and a connection stronger than either had experienced before. Would spending a very erotic night together ruin their arrangements or give them another option?

“I’m not very good at this,” she said slowly.
He squeezed her hand gently. “At eating dinner?”
She shook her head, still not looking at him. “At…small talk. Dating. Things like this.” Her cheeks felt so hot she thought they must match her lipstick.
“Libby?” Cody’s voice barely penetrated the fog of embarrassment. And he still had hold of her hand. “Libby, look at me.”
Reluctantly she raised her eyes.
“I’m going to order us each another drink and then I’d be interested to find out why someone as beautiful and sexy as you has trouble in a social situation like this. Surely you must be beating the men off with a stick.”
She made herself breath evenly. She might as well tell him. They’d never see each other again and maybe he could give her some moral support. Besides, he made her feel comfortable, something her assigned date night not do.
The waiter cleared their dessert dishes, brought another glass of wine for her and bourbon on the rocks for Cody. He touched his glass to hers.
“To us. Two people enjoying a nice dinner.”
She laughed at that and swallowed some wine.
“Now. Let’s have it. What’s got you skittish as a newborn calf?”
“You’ll laugh at me.”
He smiled. “Darlin’, the last thing I’ll do is laugh. I promise.”
She took another gulp of wine. “Well, they say it’s easier to tell things to a stranger.”
“Oh, but we’re not strangers,” he protested. “Are we? We spent all that time on the plane together, right? But Libby? It’s still all right to talk to me. Tell me.”
She drained her wine glass and held it out. “C-Could I have another drink? Please?”
Cody laughed. “Yes, but then I’m cutting you off. I don’t want anyone to accuse me of getting you drunk and taking advantage of you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “I…You…”
He signaled for the waiter then picked up her hand again. She wished he’d never drop it. It felt so good and secure.
“Breathe,” he teased gently. “It’s okay. Just relax. If you don’t want to say anything you don’t have to. Really.”
“I’ve been fat and frumpy and boring all my life,” she blurted out then wished she could dive under the table. When he didn’t say anything she made herself look up and saw him staring at her. “What?”
He cleared his throat. “Libby. I have to say that those are three words I would never associate with you.”
The waiter brought their drinks and she paused long enough to sip some of hers. “That’s because you didn’t know me. Even now I have a long ways to go.”
“For what?” He sounded astonished.
“For, you know. To look like everyone else.”
“Why the hell would you want that? You’re perfect the way you are.”
She snorted. “Oh, sure. That’s nice of you to say but you don’t have to be polite. I just spent two months at a spa to get to this point.” He hadn’t stopped staring at her. “That’s why I booked this thing through 1 Night Stand. A woman at the spa told me about them.” Her face heated again. “I wanted an exciting, erotic night like my girl friends talk about. An adventure. You know. Hot sex.”
Oh, god, maybe the floor would just open up and swallow her.
Cody downed his bourbon in two swallows and signaled the waiter for the check.
“Finish your wine. We’re getting out of here.”

Get it at Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Decadent Publishing. Give yourself a Christmas present.
And come visit me at http://www.desireeholt.com and http://www.desireeholttellsall.com.

About desiree01holt

I'm an author of erotic romance, a lot of them with very hot cowboys.
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2 Responses to What do cowboys do for Christmas>

  1. Randi Alexander says:

    Happy Holidays, Desiree. Thanks for sharing the poem. Sounds like a fun time!

  2. kbranfield says:

    We lived in Alaska for 6 years, so I ALWAYS have to buy books that are set there! Love your books, Ms. Holt!

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