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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 you.
Not stockings, but boots
At the foot of their bed,
For this was in Texas,
What more need 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 travelin'
For y'all tonight.
The driver, in Levis
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 leapt in the buckboard
And said in his drawl,
'To the children of Texas,
Merry Christmas, y'all!'
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Poem Submitted by Elisha Prerna Cuthbert (19),
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