please pardon the all caps - I am received it this way and I aint-a gonna retype the sucker....
IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND ALL THROUGH THE SHACK,
NOT A DARN THING WAS A MOVIN' FROM THE FRONT TO THE BACK.
THE KIDS WERE IN BED, WE HAD NINE AT THE TIME,
THE WIFE IN HER CURLERS, WAS LOOKIN' QUITE FINE.
A COLD WIND WAS A BLOWIN', UP THE HOLLER IT MOANED,
TEN DOGS ON THE PORCH ALL HOWLED AND THEY GROANED.
THE BOYS WERE ALL DREAMIN' OF WEAPONS AND GUNS,
FOR KILLIN' GOD'S CREATURES ~~~ THERE'S NO BETTER FUN!
THE GIRLS IN THEIR FEMININE DREAMS WERE ATTUNED,
TO GETTING THOSE GALLONS OF WAL*MART PER-FUME.
THE WIFE WANTED JEW-RY, RINGS WITH BIG ROCKS.
I JUST WANTED MY CHEVY DOWN OFF OF THEM BLOCKS.
THEN OUT IN YARD, SUCH A NOISE DID COMMENCE,
LIKE SOMETHING WAS CAUGHT IN OUR NEW BOB-WAR FENCE.
I RAN TO THE WINDOW, AND SAW PRETTY QUICK,
THE MAN MAKIN' THAT RACKET, WAS GOOD OL' ST. NICK.
YOU MAY THINK OF SANTA IN YOU OWN MIND'S EYE,
IN A RED AND WHITE SUIT, BUT I'VE GOT A SOO-PRISE.
THAT OLD BOY'S AN ARKIE, FROM UP NEAR MT. GAYLOR,
HE MARRIED HIS COUSIN, AND THEY LIVE IN A TRAILER.
ON CHRISTMAS, OF COURSE, A SLEIGH FOR HIS RIG,
HE HOOKS THE THING UP TO SOME RAZORBACK PIGS
HE CLUM ON THE ROOF, WITH HIS BAG FULL OF GOODIES,
HE BACKED DOWN THE FIREPLACE, ALL DIRTY AND SOOTY.
FAT LEGS IN HIS BRITCHES, CHUBBY HANDS IN HIS MITTENS,
I MUST ADMIT FROM THE BACK, HE LOOKED LOTS LIKE BILL CLINTON.
HE TURNED TOWARD THE TREE, HIS EYES ALL AGLOW,
AN ARKANSAS BOY FROM HIS HEAD TO HIS TOE.
HIS NECK WAS ALL RED, HIS SHIRT SAID "LITE BEER",
HE HAD NO RED HAT ON, BUT HIS CAP READ "JOHN DEERE".
HE LEFT ALL THEM PRESENTS, WITH A AIR OF DE-LIGHT,
THEN BACK UP THE CHIMNEY, AND INTO THE NIGHT.
HE RAN THROUGH THE YARD, THREW HIS BAG IN THE SLEIGH,
THEN HE YELLED AT THE DOGS, "GET THE H--- OUT TH' WAY!"
I RAN OUT TO ASK HIM WHY HE BROUGHT SUCH GOOD CHEER;
BUT INSTEAD HE JUST ASKED ME, "YOU GET 'CHA A DEER?"
THEN I HEARD HIM EXCLAIM, AS THOSE PIGS TOOK TO FLIGHT,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL ~~~ I NEED A BUD LITE
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