Description: Bronze/Wood Bookend (1969) | Dimensions: 12 5/8”h x 9”w x 12”d; Edition #1 of 100

It was Christmas Eve around the old bunkhouse,
each hand a lookin’ as mangy as a mouse.
Ol’ Red sez, “this sure is a motley-lookin’ crew,
kinda reminds me of Cookie’s warmed over stew!”

Don’t suppose none of you fellers have any recollection,
of what we all spied up in the ol’ north section.
When we rode up on ol’ Saint Nick a tryin’ to fix his sleigh,
he had a busted runner on that cold December day.
All them reindeer bells a jinglin’ an’ making such a noise,
left our ol’ Donie’s boogered an’ some purty skeered cowboys!

But then he said, “Oh, Ho Ho Ho – Merry Christmas men,”
his reindeer an’ our horses all settled down again.
He said “I been missin’ you boys all these years,
you was always out in the brush, chasen’ them ol’ wild steers.”

Boog held the horses while Slim an’ me gave a hand,
to get him on his way a deliverin’ presents thru the land.
We wrapped up the runner with a piece of old rawhide,
it would still be a holdin’ at the end of his long ride!
He said, “I’ll tell you boys what I’m gonna do.
When next Christmas rolls around I ain’t forgettin’ you.”

So keep your eyes peeled on the Eve of Christmas Day,
it’ll be like the boss a leaving an extra full month’s pay.
Let’s all get some shut-eye cause I just got a hunch,
ol’ Santa ain’t forgettin’ not a one in the bunch.

Next mornin’ before sunup, the weather it was cold,
Saint Nick had kept his promise, just like his word was gold.
A greater sight in your life you never before had seen,
the bunkhouse filled with presents, right up to the highest beam.

An’ these ol’ cowpunchers will always remember the day,
they helped out ol’ Santa to get along his way.
Off into the sky with a sleigh full of toys,
to brighten up the hearts of millions of girls and boys.