Sunday, December 11, 2016
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse….err a mouse.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We jumped from our bed to see what was the matter!
And what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But five flying pigs and a Longhorn Santa Steer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment… wait, what! It must be Saint Nick?
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And the starlight it twinkled off of his Longhorn rack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
He touched the gold ring that pierced his big nose,
And giving a nod up the chimney he rose.
I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
Mooy Christmas to all and to all a good night!