from my friend Frooty
'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 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 Wranglers - 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?'
Then he leapt in the buckboard ...And said in his drawl, 'To the children of Texas, Merry Christmas, y'all!
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 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 Wranglers - 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?'
Then he leapt in the buckboard ...And said in his drawl, 'To the children of Texas, Merry Christmas, y'all!
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