'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house,
the whole damn family
was drunk as a louse.
The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care,
with hopes that the 'Bud Man'
soon would be there.
I in my scivvies
and she in her drawers
were casually lying,
in drool on the floor
When out in the drive
there arose such a fuss
I got up with a bound
and started to cuss!
I shout "WHAT THE HELL!?"
at the top of my lungs
then up from the floor
almost everyone sprung.
A thud on the porch,
a pound on the door
a voice "OPEN UP!!"
"AND I'LL BRING IN SOME MORE!!"
When what to my bloodshot
eyes should appear,
ten, make it twenty
full cases of beer!
We let him on in
he sat down with a thud
then reached for the stack
and said "Hand me a Bud"
He said "Man it is cold,
and the roads are like shit,
after this year
I'm going to quit!"
We told him how everyone
liked having him so,
and we knew it was rough
driving in all of this snow.
But we'd miss him so badly
if he didn't come,
and they'd prob'ly replace him
with some useless bum.
A tear started to form
in his tired bloodshot eyes,
and he rose from his chair
(after five or six tries).
He said "Merry Christmas"
"I'll see you next year!"
Then he jumped in his truck
and he ground it in gear.
Then off through the night
in his Bud truck he went,
and I thought to myself
he didn't charge us a cent!
So next time you see
that big truck in the night,
wish him 'Merry Christmas',
and 'a wonderful night'!
Dave Summers
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