'Twas the Night After Christmas

'Twas the nightafter Christmas, And all through the house Not a video was playing, Not even the mouse (computer) The Breyers were placed on the glass shelf with care In hopes that "Tex" Nick, would not find them there.

The cowpokes were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of cayuse danced in their heads And mama in her kerchief, and I in my hat Had just settled in for a long winters chat.

While out on the range there arose such a clatter We sprang from our chair to see what was the matter Away to the porch I flew like a flash Threw open the door, and picked up my Lash The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow Gave a lustre of Silver to objects below; When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a rickety sleigh and 7 horses so dear, With a nasty old driver, so grumpy and thick I knew in a moment, it must be "Tex" Nick!

More rapid than fedex his horses they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name. "Now Trigger! Now Champion! Now Silver and Scout! On Buttermilk! On Topper! On Toronado about! To the top of the porch, from the top of the hall! Now dash away, dash away dash away all! As dust before the Kansas wind storms fly, When they meet with a villain mount to the sky, So up the the cabintop, the horses they flew With a sleigh full of loot, and old Tex Nick too. And then in a twinkling, I heard at the door The bootsteps of Tex upon the plank floor.

As I drew in my head and was turning around, Through the door Tex came in with lots of sound. He was dressed all in leather from his head to his foot, And his hat was all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bag for toys he had flung on his back; And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes, how they burned! His breath, wheew Gary! His gunbelt, all notched, scary, very scary; His mean curled mouth, covered with a curly 'stache, Did nothing to hide a gold tooth, which he loved to flash. The burning Colt he held tight in his teeth, And the stench, it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a nasty scarred face, that scared women and children And was a shot with his pistol, that put fear into men. He was gaunt, thin and frightening, great if you're bad, And I shook when I saw him, which made him quite glad. A nod of his chin, and snarl from his head

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