Tis the day before Christmas

Tis the day before Christmas
I'm still out on the road
West I am headed
Headed home with my load

Traffic is light
The weather is fair
My diesel's a hummin
In time I'll be there

When on the CB
What do I hear?
"The scale is wide open
For you, he's waitin up there"

I got some rest
Back in Kentucky
I feel just fine
But my logs weren't so lucky

So I dropped down a gear
And mashed on the gas
Flames shot from my stacks
And I didn't look back

I rolled down my window
"Merry Christmas" I hollered
As he jumped in his car
In hot pursuit he did follow

I bottomed her out
500 horses giving their all
But still he was gaining
"Got you now" he did call

When all of a sudden
Much to my surprise
Eight mean lookin reign deer
And Santa pulled up along side

He waved great big
And with a mischievous grin
Said "get home to your family
I'll take care of him"

He pulled on ahead
Like I was chained to one spot
Wish you could a seen it
That sleigh was runnin hot

With just a small gesture
From one gloved hand
They pulled a 180
Headin back the way they came

When they came back by me
Twas all I could do to hold the wheel
Eight pissed off reign deer
Breathing fire n spittin steel

I looked back in my mirror
To see Santa hold the line
With eight determined
Reign deer all of one mind

Now I'll just say this once
And take my advice
Don't play chicken with Santa
Wether you've been naughty or nice


John Pope December 24, 2011