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101 lines
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Texas Night Before Christmas
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T'was the night before Christmas in the cold wintry fog.
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Nary a critter was movin' nor a lone prairie dog.
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Then from out of the north the breeze gave a stir;
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An icy cold blast swirled the fog in a blur.
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A blue Texas norther roared over the plains.
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The cold fairly whistled through the loose winderpanes.
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I poked at the farplace to stir up the flame-
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The embers glowed redder, but the cold stayed the same.
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Ma were fixing our dinner to be ready next day.
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And thought about Christmas a few hours away.
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Our scuffed boots were assembled on the floor pair by pair
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Where Santy would find 'em for he soon would be there.
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The younguns were bundled down snug in thier covers,
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A sprout of a girl and her two older brothers.
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So me in my long-johns and Ma in her gown
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Warmed up by the far' 'fore we liad ourselves down.
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Then from out on the range there came such a ruckus,
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I ran to the winder to see what the fuss was.
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Through the blue winter blizzard a scene came to sight;
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I squinted to see, for there warn't much light.
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There stompin' an snortin' an pawin' the ground
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Were eight scroungy longhorns stampedin' aroun'
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In front of a wagon piled as full as could be
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With boxes and bundles an' a big 'ole pine tree.
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Then a bellerin' yell soon set them all straight
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From a fat li'l ole ramrod who put fear in the eight.
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Well, they waren't really scairt, no harm would he cause.
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For that longhorn head honcho was ole Santy Claus!
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He got thier attention and called 'em by name,
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''Hey Leadfoot and Walleye, git up, there Culhane!''
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''Come on, Gimpy and Flopear an Scarface. Start draggin'
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Git on Star and Shorttail let's move this here wagon!''
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Ole Leadfoot, he bellered and lifted his head,
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Then straight on they trampled through Ma's flower bed.
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They laid the gate flat, an the clothesline went, too.
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Nuthin' stood in thier way as they flatfooted through.
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Santy pulled 'em up short on top of the roof,
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After wreckin' the porch with them clodhopper hoofs.
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They rocked our sod shanty, the dirt sifted down,
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And then through the chimley Santy came with a bound!
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He was dressed all in rawhide with a Stetson on top.
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His big cowboy boots hit the floor with a clop.
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He shook his great belly and stomped with each foot,
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Which knocked off a shower of mud, ash an' soot.
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His eyes were both squinty and his skin was like leather
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From too much exposure to the raw Texas weather.
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He looked tough as a horseshoe, but I felt no alarm,
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Cause a wink of his eye showed he'd do us no harm.
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A feed bag of toys he flung from his back,
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And with nary a word he opened the sack.
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He filled all the boots and piled 'em up high,
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Then looked out the winder and up at the sky.
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The cold Texas Norther still whistled an' blew,
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But more yougins was awaiting, his work wasn't through.
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T'was hard to just leave and walk through the door
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To face all them longhorns an' the cold as before.
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He drank some hot mud and hunched close to the heat
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To soak up the warmth and thaw his cold feet.
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He could no longer dally or put off the chore,
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So he gave us a wink and pushed through the door.
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He prodded the longhorns to get on the go,
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An' the wagon took off through the fog an' the snow.
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He called over the Norther 'fore he went out of sight
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''Merry Christmas, y'heah an y'all have a good night!''
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