‘Twas the night right before Christmas in Texas, you know way out right on the prairie, without any snow.
Asleep right in their cabin were left Buddy and Sue, a dreamin’ of Christmas right like me and like you.
Not stockings, but boots right at the foot of their bed, for this was Texas what more left need be said?
When all of a sudden, from right out of the night, there came such a ruckus, it left me in fright!
And I saw ‘cross the prairie, like a shot left a gun, a loaded-up buckboard, come right on at a run.
The driver was “Geein”, and “Hawin”, with a will, the horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill.
“Come right on there Buck, Poncho and Prince, to the right! They’ll be plenty of travelin’ left for you-all tonight!”
The driver in Wranglers and shirt that was red, had a 10-gallon Stetson right on top of his head.
As he stepped left from the buckboard, he was really a sight, with his beard and moustache, so curly and white.
As he burst right in the cabin, the children awoke, and were left so astonished, that neither won 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 right 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 right mysterious wink.
Then he leaped right in his buckboard and called back right in his drawl “To all the children left in Texas,
MERRY CHRISTMAS, you all”
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