'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shack, not a darn thing was a movin', from the front to the back. |
On Christmas, of course, a sleigh for his rig, He hooks the thing up to a Razorback pig! |
The kids were in bed, We had nine at the time, The wife in her curlers, was lookin' real fine. |
He climbed on the roof, with his bag full of goodies, He backed down the fireplace, all dirty and sooty. |
A cold wind was blowin', up the holler it moaned, All ten dogs on the porch howled and groaned. |
Fat legs in his britches, chubby hands in his mittens, I must admit from the back, he looked lots like Bill Clinton. |
The boys were all dreamin' of weapons and guns, for killin' God's creatures, ....there's no better fun! |
He turned toward the tree, His eyes all aglow, He was an Arkansas boy from his head to his toe. |
The girls in their feminine dreams were attuned, to getting those gallons of Wal-Mart perfume. |
His neck was a red one, His shirt said "Lite Beer", he had no red hat on, but his cap read "John Deere". |
The wife wanted jewelry, like rings with big rocks, I just wanted my Chevy down off the blocks. |
He left all the presents, with an air of delight, Then it was back to the chimney, and into the night. |
Then out in the yard, such a noise did commence, like something was caught in our new bob-war fence. |
He ran into the yard, threw his bag in the sleigh, Then he yelled at the dogs, "Get the hell out th' way!" |
I ran to the window, and saw pretty quick, the man makin' that racket, was Good Ol' St. Nick. |
I ran out to ask him Why he brought such good cheer; But instead he just asked me "You get you a deer?" |
You may think of Santa in your own mind's eye, dressed in a red and white suit, But I've got a surprise. |
Then I heard him exclaim, as those pigs took to flight, "Merry Christmas to all..... I need a Bud Lite!" |
That old boy's an Arkie, from up near Mt. Gaylor; He married his cousin, and they live in a trailer. |