The Night Before Christmas (Texas Style) T'was 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 Texas, what more need be said? When all of a sudden, from out of the 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, The horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill. "C'mon Buck and Poncho, and Prince, to the right, There'll be plenty of travelin' for you all tonight." The driver in Levis and a shirt that was red, Had a ten-gallon Stetson on top of his head. As he stepped from his buckboard, he was really a sight, With his beard and 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 all the children in Texas, Merry Christmas, Y'all" Credit: posted to the UGA humor list by Joe F. Walenciak, Ph.D.