, Port Arthur, Texas


December 21, 2013

Chester Moore column: Twas the night before Christmas at hunting camp


PORT ARTHUR —     He was dressed all in muskrat, from his head to his foot,

    And his clothes were all tarnished with mud and soot.

    A bundle of decoys he had flung on his back,

    And he looked like a hunter just opening his pack.

    He had a broad face and a little round gut,

    That shook, when he laughed like an out of shape mutt.

    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

    And quickly spied the bowl on the shelf.

    He took to the gumbo like a dog to a bone

    Read the note we had left him next to the phone.

    He then filled all the stockings with lanyards and masks

    Left all new presents then was done with the task.

    And laying his finger aside of his nose,

    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a call,

    And away they all slithered through the marsh they did crawl.

    But I heard him exclaim, when he was out of sight,

    "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

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