Welcome to Texas y'all where the prairies are wider and
the tales are taller. So sit back and relax while I tell you
a Christmas Eve tale Texas style!
Twas the night before Christmas in Texas you know.
Way out on the prairie without any snow.
Asleep in their cabin were Bentley and Sue. A dreaming' of
Christmas like me and like you.
Not stockings, but boots at the foot of their bed. For this was
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 at a run.
The driver was "Geein" and "Hawin" with a will,
The horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill.
Come on there Buck, Poncho and Prince to the right,
There'll be "plenty of travelin' " for you all 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 really was a sight,
With his beard and mustache so curly and white.
As he burst in the cabin, Bentley and Sue awoke,
And were 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 Bentley recovered the use of his jaws,
He barked in a whisper, "Are you really Santa Claus?"
"Am I the real Santa? Well what do you think?"
And he smiled as he gave a mysterious wink.
Then he leaped in his buckboard and called back in
a drawl
"To all children of Texas, Merry Christmas you-all".
Merry Christmas and Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley
