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On a bright Christmas morning, there’s snow on the ground
Uncommon in Dallas, but we can’t hear a sound.
The grandkids aren’t here yet, their plans went awry
So they waited in Austin for the roads to get dry.
Uncommon in Dallas, but we can’t hear a sound.
The grandkids aren’t here yet, their plans went awry
So they waited in Austin for the roads to get dry.
It snowed hard last night, we really got pelted
But they say after lunch it will mostly be melted.
The local TV guys sent weather trucks west
Where roads were the slickest and wrecks were the best.
But they say after lunch it will mostly be melted.
The local TV guys sent weather trucks west
Where roads were the slickest and wrecks were the best.
The sand trucks soon covered the on-ramps and bridges
So the roads are all safe now except for some ridges.
The day is all clear and quite sunny and nice,
But later we know it will turn back to ice.
So the roads are all safe now except for some ridges.
The day is all clear and quite sunny and nice,
But later we know it will turn back to ice.
The stockings are hung, and they bulge with their loot
Of trinkets and candy and money and fruit.
Their presents are wrapped-up and under the tree,
Soon to be opened with shouts of great glee.
Of trinkets and candy and money and fruit.
Their presents are wrapped-up and under the tree,
Soon to be opened with shouts of great glee.
The flames in the fireplace are warm and appealing,
We’re hoping the soot doesn’t rise to the ceiling.
The logs in the firebox are fake and use gas
(Hauling in wood is a pain in the ass.)
We’re hoping the soot doesn’t rise to the ceiling.
The logs in the firebox are fake and use gas
(Hauling in wood is a pain in the ass.)
The ribs that I smoke every year--it’s tradition
Are fridged in the garage, there’s no room in the kitchen.
Great grandma baked pies, they’re already tasted
One small slice of each, not a single bite wasted.
Are fridged in the garage, there’s no room in the kitchen.
Great grandma baked pies, they’re already tasted
One small slice of each, not a single bite wasted.
We know that as sure as we plan for St. Nick
That one of the wee ones is bound to get sick.
When the phone rang on Wednesday we just sorta’ knew
That a seven-year-old had a hundred and two.
That one of the wee ones is bound to get sick.
When the phone rang on Wednesday we just sorta’ knew
That a seven-year-old had a hundred and two.
The kids will all come, spend the day, hug our necks
And say that we’re sweet when we give them their checks.
With cards now all written—we just got them sent
I think our go-getters have got up and went.
And say that we’re sweet when we give them their checks.
With cards now all written—we just got them sent
I think our go-getters have got up and went.
So we’ll both settle back, watch the news, have a beer
Merry Christmas to all, have a happy new year.
Merry Christmas to all, have a happy new year.
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