The Night Before Christmas (In Texas, That Is)

'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 of 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

The horses, not reindeer, he drove with such skill

"Come on Buck, Poncho and Prince to the right

There'll be plenty 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

A beard and mustache, so curly and white

As he burst in the cabin, the children awoke

And were so astonished that neither one spoke

And 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 leaped in the buckboard and set him his drawl

To the children of Texas, Merry Christmas you all