T'was the night before Christmas
In Texas, you know,
Way out on the prairie
(Without any snow).
Asleep in their cabin
Were Texas Bob and Clara Sue,
A-dream'
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 on at
a run.
The driver was "Geein",
And 'hawin', with a will.
The hosses (not
reindeer)
He drove with such skill.
"Come on there, Buck, Pancho
And Prince, to
the right!
There'll be plenty of travelin'
For you-all tonight."
The driver in
Levi's
And shirt that was red,
Had a ten-gallon Stetson
On top of his head.
As
he stepped from the buckboard
He was really a sight
With his beard and
moustaches
So curly and white.
As he burst in the cabin
The children awoke,
And
both 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 Texas
Bob recovered
The use of his jaws,
He asked, in a whisper
"Are you Santa
Clause?"
Am I the REAL Santa?
Well, what do you think?"
And he smiled as he gave
A mysterious wink.
Then he leapt in his buckboard,
And called back, in his
drawl,
"To all children of TEXAS,
MERRY CHRISTMAS, All Y'all!"
