Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
Tennessee Christmas!
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shack,
not a dern 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’ 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 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 perfume.
The wife wanted jewelry, like rings with big rocks,
I just wanted my Chevy 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, boy did I get a surprise.
That old boy’s from up a holler named Cayler,
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 an old wild pig!
He climbed on the roof, with his bag full of goodies,
he backed down the fireplace, all dirty and sooty.
Fat legs in his bibs, grubby hands on the door,
I must admit from the back, he looked some like ole Al Gore.
He turned toward the tree, his eyes all aglow,
he was an Tennessee 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 into the night.
He ran into the yard, threw his bag in the sleigh,
Then he yelled at the dogs, “Get the hell ouda way!”
I ran out to ask him, “Why he brought such good cheer”;
but instead he just asked me, “Gitch ya’ a deer?”
Then I heard him exclaim, as those pigs took to flight,
“Merry Christmas to all……I need a Bud Lite?”
Merry Christmas Y’all - Gale and Denny
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shack,
not a dern 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’ 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 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 perfume.
The wife wanted jewelry, like rings with big rocks,
I just wanted my Chevy 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, boy did I get a surprise.
That old boy’s from up a holler named Cayler,
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 an old wild pig!
He climbed on the roof, with his bag full of goodies,
he backed down the fireplace, all dirty and sooty.
Fat legs in his bibs, grubby hands on the door,
I must admit from the back, he looked some like ole Al Gore.
He turned toward the tree, his eyes all aglow,
he was an Tennessee 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 into the night.
He ran into the yard, threw his bag in the sleigh,
Then he yelled at the dogs, “Get the hell ouda way!”
I ran out to ask him, “Why he brought such good cheer”;
but instead he just asked me, “Gitch ya’ a deer?”
Then I heard him exclaim, as those pigs took to flight,
“Merry Christmas to all……I need a Bud Lite?”
Merry Christmas Y’all - Gale and Denny
