'Twas the night before Christmas in Texas, you know Way out on the prairie, without any snow Asleep in their cabin were Buddy and Sue A dreamin' of Christmas like me and you Not stockin's but boots at the foot of their bed For this was in Texas, what more need be said When all of a sudden, from out of 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 out at a run The driver was "Geein" and "Hawin" with will The horses, not reindeer, he drove with such skill "Come on Buck, Poncho and Prince to the right There'll be plenty travelin' for you all tonight" The driver in Levis and a shirt that was red Had a ten-gallon Stetson on top of his head As he stepped from his buckboard, he was really a sight A beard and moustache, so curly and white As he burst in the cabin, the children 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 Buddy recovered the use of his jaws He asked in a whisper, "Are you 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 the buckboard and set him his drawl To the children of Texas, Merry Christmas you all