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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This poem is not mine. Credit goes to R. McSpadden, aka Texas Bob, wrote this version of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (TexasBob.com) Merry Christmas y’all from Bill and Sara Baker, proud Texans. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Twas the night before Christmas in Texas, y’all know Way out on the prairie without any snow. Asleep in their cabins were Texas Bob and Clara Sue a dreamin’ of Christmas like me ‘n you. Not stockings, but boots at the foot of their bed for it was 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 on at a run the driver was ‘Gee’n and Haw’n, with a will, the horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill. “Come on there Buck, Pancho, and Prince, to the right. There’ll be plenty of travelin’ for ya’ll tonight. The driver in Levi’s and a 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 moustache, so curly and white. As he burst into the cabin, the children awoke both were so astonished that neither one spoke. And he filled up their boots with presents galore that neither could think of a single thing more. When Texas Bob recovered the use of his jaw, he asked in a whisper, “Are you really Santa Claus?” “Am I the REAL Santa? Well what do ya’ think?” And he smiled and gave a mysterious wink. Then he leapt in his buckboard and called back with his drawl, “To all the children in Texas, Merry Christmas, Y’all!”
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