TeePee Merry Christmas Card

This picture of a, green and white with yellow stars, teepee is nestled on a hill of a mountain in New Hampshire. Picture was taken on a beautiful blue sky day. To make this card, I decorated the teepee with silver garland and twinkling white lights with a matching star on top. I added three red and white christmas balls, a candy cane and a christmas stocking. The picture has a rough edge with snowflakes. Inside is a poem: A Christmas Poem from Indian Country Complements of someone who emailed Attorney Lisa Yellow Eagle T’was the night before Christmas and all thru the teepee Not an eyelid was shut because nobody was sleepy. The Wal-Mart bags were hung by the fire so neat, Hoping Chief Nick would fill them up with smoked meat. The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of fry bread men danced in their heads. With ya-yah in her kerchief and my hair braided tight We turned up the scanner to entertain us tonight. Then all of a sudden a crash we did hear, The rez dogs started barking but that’s the norm around here. The moon on the breast of the new falling snow Gave the lustre of midday to my rez car below. When what do my ndn eyes should appear But an ndn sleigh with eight tiny reindeer! With a little rez driver so stoic but quick I knew in a moment it must be Chief Nick. More rapid then Rez Ballers the reindeer they came And he pointed with his lips then called them by name. On Fancy Dancer, on Smoked Meat, on Thomas and Victor, On Back Strap, on Philbert, on Black Cloud and Trixster. Ssshhh! Land beside the teepee, quiet for good reason We have to be careful it’s deer hunting season. The stickers on his sleigh read “I love baloney” Another one said “My other ride is a pony.” The one in the middle said “NDN Power” There was duct tape and bailing wire holding it together. When the teepee flap opened I just hung my head, For I just finished off his stew and fry bread. He was dressed in full regalia from his head to his moccs, His outfit fully beaded right down to his socks! His huckleberry eyes twinkled, his braids were like WOW! You have to see it for yourself, he was just … somehow! The stump of his peace pipe held tight in his teeth And the smoke signals encircled his head like a wreath. His face was kind of greasy and he was ndn size, He had a commod bod only a skin could recognise. He spoke not a word just flashed his Tribal ID. He left a block of cheese and new tape recorder under the tree. He left hand drums and blankets and round dance CDs, Huckleberry pies and the new Northern Cree! Then he pointed with his lips, gave a big hearty AYYE! And he danced out the door and jumped in his sleigh. I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight Merry Christmas to all! Let’s round dance tonight! HO! HO! HO! Breath taking for any tribe.