Not even Jeff Foxworthy was being watched by my spouse;
The max-4 hardwoods stockings were hung by the gunrack with care
in hopes that brand new ammo would soon be there.
Bubba and them were all nestled all snug in there bunks
visions in there head of being chased by a skunk.
JimBob in his longjohns and I 'n my boxers
and the blue ticks makin' racket chasin away dem foxers.
When out in the woods there wuz such a clatter
that I put in my earplugs and didn worry bout what was the matter.
I went outside to get away from Molly
When I saw a litle man who looked so jolly.
His eight majestic 10 points were feastin on my food plots.
I ran to get my gun but i tripped over the cookin pots
and here he done come ,
askin, " May my deer and I stay at your home ?".
I said, " Well I'll be! Aint you Santa Claus? And is dem yer deer?
Well come on in I got a bucket 'o cheer! "
So in came ole santa deer and all
I said, " Watch out fer dem steps, try not to fall."
After he done filled our stockins with Winchester,
he leaned back and laughed like a jolly ole jester.
We fed him some squirrel stew
and then he said, "Why, thank you! "
He jumped in his mule and said, " Well I'll be going ."
and as soon as he left it started snowing.
Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night!