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The snow was blowin' and the cows roamed free
Outside Amarillo in fifty three.

It was Christmas eve, my fingers was froze -
I swore and cussed at this life I had chose.

Then, of a sudden, there appeared this sleigh.
He said,"Howdy, boys, I have lost my way!"

I laughed at this fat man rubbin' his toes,
And said,"Old Timer, where's Rudolph's red nose?"

He said,"Son,in fog he saved my gizzard,
But he ain't no help in a blowin' blizzard."

I was surprised that this really was him,
Told him that I'd help and my name was Jim.

I said,"Santa, this wind's from the North Pole,
We call it a Blue Norther sure as your soul!"

He said, "Well I'll go home buckin' this wind,
Ain't sure I'll see this Panhandle again."

He must have changed his mind come the next year.
Left me a note and a six pack of beer.

So you see, my son, Santa's on his way.
You get to sleep..tomorrow's Christmas Day.

12/10/2017

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