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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 dreaming of Christmas, like me and like you.
Not stockings but boots, at the foot of their beds,
For this was Texas. What more could be said?
When all of a sudden out of a still night,
There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright!
And I saw cross the prairie, like the shot of a gun,
A loaded up buckboard, come on a run.
The driver was whistling and shouting with a will,
The horses (not reindeer) he drove with such skill.
"Come on there Buck, Poncho, and Prince to the right
There'll be plenty of travelin' for you-all tonight."
The driver in his levis, and a shirt that was red,
Had a 10 gallon Stetson on the top of his head.
As he stepped from the buckboard, he was really a sight,
with his beard so curly and white.
As he burst in the cabin, the children awoke,
And both 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 really Santa Claus?"
"Am I the real Santa? Well, what do you think?"
And he smiled as he gave his mysterious wink.
Then he left his buckboard, and called back in a drawl,
"To all the children of Texas, Merry Christmas Yee Haw!"
Christmas in Texas
Somewhere... Somewhere in time's Own Space There must be some sweet pastured place Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow Some Paradise where horses go, For by the love that guides my pen I know great horses live again.
~ Stanley Harrison
A horse can see better at night than a human. However, it takes a horse's eyes longer to adjust from light to dark and from dark to light than a human's.
