12/25/2024
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (By Disgo, the Wild West Magician)
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the plains,
Not a critter was stirring, not even the trains.
The lassos were coiled, the top hats in line,
My deck of cards shuffled, my ropes neatly twined.
The stagecoach was silent, the saloon lights were low,
As the moon cast its spell on the fresh-fallen snow.
My doves were all nestled in their snug little cage,
Dreaming of magic and applause on the stage.
When out on the range, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bunk to see what was the matter.
Grabbing my wand and my trusty black hat,
I dashed to the window, faster than a jackrabbit.
The moon on the desert gave a magical glow,
To the cacti and sagebrush that sparkled below.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sleigh pulled by reindeer, decked out in frontier gear!
The driver wore spurs and a red Stetson wide,
And his booming “Yeehaw!” filled the cold countryside.
He cracked a long whip, with a magical snap,
And I knew in a heartbeat it was St. Nick, no cap!
“Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the canyon, to the top of the hill,
Now gallop away, with all your cowboy skill!”
Like a magician’s silk, they flew through the sky,
With a flash and a twinkle, they soared up high.
And then, with a thud on my cabin’s old roof,
I heard the stomping of each little hoof.
I tipped my hat and turned around quick,
And there in my parlor stood jolly St. Nick.
He wore a red duster and boots polished bright,
With a sack full of wonders, a true magical sight.
His eyes twinkled like stars, his smile warm and wide,
And he tipped his own hat as he stepped inside.
“Howdy, Disgo,” he said with a grin,
“I heard you’ve been wowing crowds from here to Abilene!”
He set to his work, not a moment to spare,
Leaving gifts and surprises with magical flair.
Then he twirled his mustache and spun on his heel,
Vanishing in a puff of glittering steel.
But I heard him call out as he rode through the night,
“Merry Christmas, pardner, and to all a good night!”
