‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the farm,all the critters were stirrin’, even the cats in the barn.The work gloves were hung by the chimney with care,in hopes of them dryin’ by the warm fire’s air.The cattle were nestled, all snug in straw beds,mooing ever so softly, as their Farmer counted heads.“Christmas is comin’,” they heard their Farmer say.“Best do some shoppin’ or I’ll be sleepin’ in the hay.I’m headin’ to town to buy my wife a nice gift.You all best be good! I’ll be back in a jiff.” “Christmas is coming.” the cows said with a moo.As they chewed on their cud, they said, “We’ll prepare too!”“What’s…