Forgive me, but I had to dig this out of archives:
Rocky, Christmas '06
Twas the night before Christmas, an' old Squidd was a wearin
A Superman Suit just like George Herrin'.
Nawwww we don't wanna go there!!
Twas the night before Christmas and way down in Texas,
Old Birdie was waitin fer a shiny new Lexxus!
His mowers was parked, while he sat near the tree,
Wondrin' if that package were from ARC.
The children were nestled, and ma was asleep,
It wouldn't hurt nothin' to take a little peep.
He whipped out his buck knife, used to skin that last deer
It oughta remove that Scotch tape stuck rightcheer.
When out in the yard there was a loud noise,
He bout messed pants, and lost all his poise.
Off to the window he flew in a dash,
Tripped over ma's footstool and made a big crash.
The moon was a shinin off the mesquite,
It weren't a white Christmas, but it looked pretty neat!
What he saw in the dark was quite a surprise,
He silently muttered, "I can't believe my eyes!"
Instead of old Santy, in a suit made of red
It was a potbellied billhilly on an indian powered sled!
Zippin down the drive with his cape just a flappin,
Woke up the all dogs and they started yappin!
Up to the porch he slid like a bullet,
Ran over two guineas, and one lazy pullet.
Ripped out his tether and flipped his up visor!
Steam rolled off his head like that old faithful geiser
In his Superman Suit, he looked awful lean,
Just like in the game on that Diesel Power Mowchine.
He looked awful spry when he lept from his ride,
Tripped over ma's flower pot, but he took it in stride.
Birdie was fixed, he stood there in awe.
That can't be George Herrin, no way, nawww!
He first wiped his eyes, and then shook his head,
It's 12:30 in Hohenwald, George is in bed.
He stood there transfixed, as what did he see.
Big and bold on his chest, a shiny SG!
That suit made of blue, it shone like a star,
Because it was stretched a little too far!
He opened the door, a scratchin his chin!
George is that you, he said with a grin!
"Sure nuff," George said, while wiping his feet,
And, diggin high elastic outta his seat.
"Well what brings you out on this night so cheery,"
Then he started to giggle, till his eyes got all teary.
"Well" George said, as he dug a little more,
"It seems at the North Pole, there ain't no mower store!"
"Old Santa called up, down to Tennessee,
And, asked if we delivered there at EC!
Said shiny new mower parts was the request,
He received from some feller in that big state out west."
He whipped out a wheel, a new billet pulley,
an EC Front Axle and a bright shiny Tilley.
Then he turned in a flash and mounted his ride,
Fired that Indian up, and left in a slide!
He roared down the drive, and out in the street,
that Indian was purrin, and soundin so sweet!
Birdie heard him exclaim, as round the corner he slid,
"I'd stay and visit, but I got a package for Squidd!!"
Merry Cnristmas Y'all
