‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, Trucker Version
(with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
Written for the Trucking Santas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the lot,
Not a trucker was stirring, each in our spot.
No stockings were hung from the smokestacks with care,
Since none of us thought we’d see Santa Claus there.
Us drivers were nestled all snug in our beds,
While visions of home time danced in our heads.
Me and old Bulldog, Rascal and Cap
Had each settled down for a much-needed nap.
When out in the lot there arose such a clatter,
Truckers sprang from their bunks to see what was the matter.
Away to the windshields we flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains, peered over the dash.
The moon on the hoods of the trucks in a row,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
We sure didn’t think that we’d ever see it,
But Santa was pulling up, driving a Pete.
The little old driver, so lively and quick,
Hopped down from the cab – we knew it was Nick.
He was dressed all in red, with a red trucker cap,
And we were awake, no one taking a nap.
Well, drivers were peering from every rig,
With their mouths hanging open and eyes getting big,
It couldn’t be Santa - but he was so merry!
Same cheeks like roses, nose like a cherry!
Same big broad face, and little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
But where were his reindeer? Where was his sleigh?
And what was he doing out here, anyway?
He said these few words, and I knew they were true,
“I need Trucking Santas – how about YOU?
My sled is broke down; I have children to serve,
And I’m way out of hours, as you can observe!”
We looked at each other, and nodded together.
We knew about driving a rig in this weather.
Some climbed in the cab, some sat in the back,
And Santa smiled, knew he’d be right on track.
He had loads of presents still to deliver.
Made us feel proud to help this fine giver.
We set out to each house, to help unload.
Bulldog drove but the rig was in magical mode!
The truck left the road, but we had no fear,
DOT would never catch us up here!
Over the housetops we flew like a flash,
Even Supertruckers gripping the dash!
We’d come to a house, but land in the street.
The roofs couldn’t hold a magical Pete.
Santa handled the list, the rest of us toting,
We all were right good at this magic unloading.
Many houses had children whose parents were poor.
Gifts were last on the list, of this we were sure.
But it seemed the more that we gave, more was there
In the back of the trailer – it was such fun to share!
When at last all the presents were gone,
Nick took us back to our trucks with a yawn,
As we all scrambled out he stopped us to say,
“I couldn’t have done it without you this day.”
“I knew where to come to find helpers tonight,
For truckers are known for doing it right.
With your hearts of gold and your strong arms, too
You’ve made Christmas happen – I really thank you.”
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
He climbed in the cab, and then – up it rose!
But we heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!”
(with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
Written for the Trucking Santas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the lot,
Not a trucker was stirring, each in our spot.
No stockings were hung from the smokestacks with care,
Since none of us thought we’d see Santa Claus there.
Us drivers were nestled all snug in our beds,
While visions of home time danced in our heads.
Me and old Bulldog, Rascal and Cap
Had each settled down for a much-needed nap.
When out in the lot there arose such a clatter,
Truckers sprang from their bunks to see what was the matter.
Away to the windshields we flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains, peered over the dash.
The moon on the hoods of the trucks in a row,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
We sure didn’t think that we’d ever see it,
But Santa was pulling up, driving a Pete.
The little old driver, so lively and quick,
Hopped down from the cab – we knew it was Nick.
He was dressed all in red, with a red trucker cap,
And we were awake, no one taking a nap.
Well, drivers were peering from every rig,
With their mouths hanging open and eyes getting big,
It couldn’t be Santa - but he was so merry!
Same cheeks like roses, nose like a cherry!
Same big broad face, and little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
But where were his reindeer? Where was his sleigh?
And what was he doing out here, anyway?
He said these few words, and I knew they were true,
“I need Trucking Santas – how about YOU?
My sled is broke down; I have children to serve,
And I’m way out of hours, as you can observe!”
We looked at each other, and nodded together.
We knew about driving a rig in this weather.
Some climbed in the cab, some sat in the back,
And Santa smiled, knew he’d be right on track.
He had loads of presents still to deliver.
Made us feel proud to help this fine giver.
We set out to each house, to help unload.
Bulldog drove but the rig was in magical mode!
The truck left the road, but we had no fear,
DOT would never catch us up here!
Over the housetops we flew like a flash,
Even Supertruckers gripping the dash!
We’d come to a house, but land in the street.
The roofs couldn’t hold a magical Pete.
Santa handled the list, the rest of us toting,
We all were right good at this magic unloading.
Many houses had children whose parents were poor.
Gifts were last on the list, of this we were sure.
But it seemed the more that we gave, more was there
In the back of the trailer – it was such fun to share!
When at last all the presents were gone,
Nick took us back to our trucks with a yawn,
As we all scrambled out he stopped us to say,
“I couldn’t have done it without you this day.”
“I knew where to come to find helpers tonight,
For truckers are known for doing it right.
With your hearts of gold and your strong arms, too
You’ve made Christmas happen – I really thank you.”
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
He climbed in the cab, and then – up it rose!
But we heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!”
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