THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, TEXAS STYLE
'Twas the night before Christmas In
Texas, you know,
Way out on the Prairie, Without any snow.
Asleep in their cabin were Buddy and Sue
A dreamin' of Christmas
like me and like you.
Not stockings, but boots at the foot
of their bed,
For this was in Texas, what more can be said.
When all of a sudden from out the still night,
There came such a
ruckus it gave me a fright.
And I saw 'cross the Prairie
like a shot from a gun,
A loaded up buckboard come out at a
run.
The driver was geein' and a hawin' with will,
And
horses, not reindeer, he drove with such skill.
C'mon Buck and
Poncho, And Prince to the right,
There'll be plenty o travelin' for
ya'll tonight.
The driver in Levi's and a shirt that was red,
Had a 10-gallon Stetson on top of his head.
As he stepped from
his buckboard he was really a sight,
A beard and a moustache so
curly and white.
As he burst in the cabin, the children awoke,
And were both so astonished, that neither one spoke.
He
filled up their boots with such presents galore
That neither could think
of a single thing more.
When Buddy recovered the use of
his jaws
He asked in a whisper, "Are you Santa Claus?"
"Am
I the real Santa? Well, what do you think?"
And he smiled as he gave
A mysterious wink.
Then he lept in the buckboard
And said
in his drawl,
'To the children of Texas,
Merry Christmas, Ya'll.
Thanks For Visiting
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