🎄 Video: “Twas Christmas Eve in Dixie” written and read by Lee Cloer
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🎄“Twas Christmas Eve in Dixie” by Live Southern 2017 🎄
Twas Christmas eve in Dixie, the sun has set on our house
There is snow in the mountains, warm beaches to the south
Outside it’s chilly a light snow on the ground
Inside Christmas music is the only real sound
The children asleep after a long day of sledding
All snug as a bug, tucked deep in the bedding
Mom’s at the table with her sister on the phone
While I read instructions putting together a drone
When out in the yard I heard a big noise
I stepped on a lego and a few other toys
Running to the window, I yell “honey, get my gun”
If someone’s fooling with the #Jeep I’ll put ‘em on the run
As I ran out the door and I slipped on the snow
The motion lights on the house gave the yard such a glow
When what did I see zip over my work truck
But a shiny red sleigh pulled by 8 big ol’ bucks
The chubby little sleigh driver was fat as a tick
I knew right then and there this ole boy was St. Nick
Quicker than a running back those deer they came
And he hooped and hollered as he called them by name
“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
Drive her deep into the corner, stay out of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away, y’all!”
They swerved, they skidded, they shifted to high,
In a lickety split the sleigh shot to the sky,
Just missing our shed and the big oak too,
With the sleigh full of toys, St. Nicholas flew.
Quick as a whip they slid on the tin roof
tap dancing the blues with each tiny hoof
I reckon surprise was the look on my face
as he shot down the chimney like he’s in a race
He was covered in camo, and he wore cowboy boots
Ya know he’d been working ‘cause he was covered in soot
Santa looked out of kilter with that bag on his back
Just piddlin’ around as he pulled toys from his sack
He filled up their stockings from Walmart with care
He laid out some fishing poles, and momma’s new hair
A baby doll for Sandy and a football for Reed
And even our hunting dogs got a big bag of feed
Bless his heart he remembered Grandpa’s old singing bass
Had Santy forgotten it’d been somebody’s…….problem
After a small slice of the key lime and downing sweet tea
He shot up the chimney almost flipping the durn tree
He was fixin’ to leave and threw his bag in the rear
shouting “If the creeks don’t rise I’ll see you next year”
I reckon he yelled out as he flew out of sight
Mer’ Christmas y’all, and to all a goodnight.