Texan Christmas
    
    (Written by Leon A. Harris.)
    
    `Twas the night before Christmas
    In Texas, you know,
    Way out on the prairie
    (Without any snow).
    Asleep in their cabin
    Were Buddy and 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 Buddy recovered
    The use of his jaws,
    He asked, in a whisper,
    "Are you Santa Claus?"
    
    "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, you-all!"
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