24/12/2024
Hope ya’ll enjoy my twist on a classic tale:
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‘Twas the night before Christmas out here in the West,
The ranch was all quiet, the cowhands at rest.
The stockings were hung by the firewood stove,
In hopes that ol’ Santa would find our abode.
The horses were nestled down tight in their pens,
Dreamin’ of fresh grass and a break from the winds.
And me in my boots with my toque pulled down low,
Had just settled in from the cold and the snow.
When out on the prairie there rose such a clatter,
I grabbed my old six-shooter to see what’s the matter.
I flung open the door, and to my surprise,
A chuck wagon flew through the starry night skies.
The driver, a feller as jolly as sin,
Had a red Stetson hat and a big toothy grin.
His team wasn’t reindeer but longhorns with thick hide,
Each steer was strong and handled with stride.
“Whoa, Dusty! Whoa, Rusty! Whoa, Copper and Tex!
Now, Gritty! Now, Grizzly! Now, Bullet and Rex!
To the top of the barn, to the porch, to the wall,
Y’all move it now, boys! Let’s give it our all!”
Like tumbleweeds caught in a strong desert gale,
They kicked up some dust with their hooves and their tails.
And over the roof of the bunkhouse they flew,
With a wagon of gifts and ol’ Santa Claus too.
He landed the rig with a holler and cheer,
His spurs jingled loud as he yelled out, “I’m here!”
He slid down the chimney, boots first all the way,
Then tipped his red hat and got right to his play.
He filled up the stockings with jerky and rope,
And polished the spurs that were tarnished with hope.
He left silver conchos and saddles well-made,
And a new pair of boots for each hand on the grade.
Then tipping his hat with a wink in his eye,
He climbed up the chimney and let out a cry:
“Y’all ride hard, ride true, and keep up the fight!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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