'T Was The Night Before Christmas--Texas Style

'T WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS (TEXAS STYLE)

Author: Clemont Clarke Moore

'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 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"