Redneck Night Before Christmas

          'Twas the night before Christmas
          And all through the trailer
          Not a creature was stirrin'
          'Cept a redneck named Taylor.

          His first name was Bubba,
          Joe was his middle,
          And a-runnin' down his chin
          Was a trickle of spittle.

          His socks, they were hung
          By the chimney with care,
          And therefore there was
          A foul stench in the air.

          That Bubba got scared
          And rousted the boys.

          There was Rufus, 12
          Jim Bob was 11
          Dud goin' on 10
          Otis was 7.
          John, George and Chucky
          Were 5, 4, and 3:
          The twins were both girls
          So they let them be.

          They jumped in their overalls,
          No need for a shirt,
          Threw a hat on each head,
          Then turned with a jerk.

          They ran to the gun rack
          That hung on the wall.
          There were 17 shotguns
          They grabbed them all.

          Bubba said to the young'uns,
          "Now hesh up ya'll!
          The last thing we wanna do
          Is wake up yer Maw."

          Maw was expecting
          And needed her sleep,
          So out they crept out the door
          Without making a peep.

          They all looked around,
          And then they all spit.
          The young'uns asked Bubba,
          "Paw, what is it?"

          Bubba just stared
          He could not say a word.
          This was just like all of
          The stories he'd heard.

          It was Santy Claus
          On the roof, darn tootin'
          But the boys didn't know
          They was about to start shootin'!

          They aimed their shotguns
          and nearly made a mistake
          That would have resulted
          In venison steak.

          Bubba hollered out,
          "Don't shoot, boys!"
          That's Santy Claus
          And he's brought us some toys.

          The dogs were a-barkin'
          And a-raisin' cain,
          And Bubba whistled, and shouted,
          And called them by name:

          "Down, Spot! Shut up Bullet!
          Quiet, Pete and Roscoe!
          Git, Turnip and Tater
          And Sam and Bosco!"

          "Git down from that porch!
          Git down off that wall!
          Quit shakin the trailer,
          Or you'll make Santy fall!"

          The dogs kept a-barkin'
          And wouldn't shut up,
          And they trampled poor Pete
          Who was only a pup.

          Santy opened his bag,
          And threw out some toys.
          Bubba got most,
          But left a few for the boys.

          Since the guns had been dropped
          He just might not die.
          He jumped in his sleigh,
          Told his reindeer to hurry.
          The trailer started to wobble
          Santa started to worry.

          Just as the reindeer
          Got into the air,
          The trailer collapsed,
          But Bubba didn't care.

          He was busy lookin'
          At all his new toys.
          Then a thought hit him,
          And he said to the boys:

          "Go check on yer Maw,
          Make sure she's all right.
          That roof fallin' on her
          Could-a hurt just a might."

          But Maw was OK,
          And the girls were too.
          They fixed up the trailer
          It looked good as new.

          And as for Bubba,
          He liked Old St. Nick,
          But Santa thought Bubba
          Was a pure-in-tee hick!

          Bubba had a nice Christmas,
          And the boys did, too.
          And the Taylors wish
          A Merry Christmas to you!

[ Author Unknown -- from 'The Daily Dilly' ( ]


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