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!