West Texas Christmas Eve
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And the sand was fair blowin'.
So old Santa set 'er down
To see where he was goin'.
I saw him in my headlights -
A forlorn lookin' old cuss.
His sleigh runners were buried,
And the reindeer in a fuss.
I said, "Howdy", scratched my head.
He said "This must be Texas -
I recognize this damn sand,
And it always perplexes."
I said,"I can pull you out,
Or we can go have a beer".
He said,"Well, out is better.
I have to think of the deer."
I pulled him out, waved "so long".
Went on my way not thinkin' -
Never told about Saint Nick,
Folks knew that I'd been drinkin'.
But ev'ry year 'neath my tree
I find a six pack or so,
Wrapped in ribbon with this note -
"Thank you, my friend, for the tow!"
12-2-19
Contest: The Night Before 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
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