The kids were in bed, ...we had nine at the time,
The wife in her curlers, was lookin' real fine.
A cold wind was blowin', up the holler it moaned,
All ten dogs on the porch howled and groaned.
The boys were all dreamin' of dogs and guns,
for hunt'en God's creatures, .....there's no better fun!
The girls in their feminine dreams were attuned,
to getting those gallons of Wal-Mart perfume.
The wife wanted jewelry, like rings with big rocks,
I just wanted my pickup down off the blocks.
Then out in the yard, such a noise did commence,
like something was caught in our new 'bobwar' 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 your own mind's eye,
dressed in a red and white suit, but, I've got a surprise.
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 Razorback pigs!
He climbed 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 like Bill Clinton.
He turned toward the tree, His eyes all aglow,
He was an Arkansas boy from his head to his toe.
His neck was a red one, His shirt said "Lite Beer",
he had no red hat on, but his cap read "John Deere".
He left all the presents, with an air of delight,
Then it was back to the chimney, and away in the night.
He fell in the yard, threw his bag in the sleigh,
Then he yelled at the dogs, "Get the heck out th' way!"
I ran out to ask him Why he brought such good cheer;
But instead he just asked me, "Did you get you a deer?"
Then I heard him exclaim, as those pigs took to flight,
"Merry Christmas to all..... an to all, a good night!"