{"id":1646,"date":"2017-12-17T23:10:46","date_gmt":"2017-12-17T23:10:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/focusonthebackroads.com\/?p=1646"},"modified":"2026-06-12T02:38:55","modified_gmt":"2026-06-12T02:38:55","slug":"focus-on-the-backroads-a-texas-backroad-christmas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/focusonthebackroads.com\/?p=1646","title":{"rendered":"FOCUS ON THE BACKROADS: A TEXAS BACKROAD CHRISTMAS"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Every year, come December there is magic in the air as we prepare for Christmas and the chance to celebrate Jesus’ birth. \u00a0After Mary and Joseph had traveled the BACKROADS<\/strong> our savior was born in a manger. \u00a0There is not better place to celebrate the birth of Christ then on the Backroads of THE LONE STAR STATE<\/strong> (since most of us consider this the promise land). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Wishing all a very Merry and Blessed Christmas from the BACKROADS OF TEXAS<\/strong><\/em>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Night Before Christmas……..TEXAS STYLE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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‘Twas Christmas Eve in Texas, when all ‘cross th’ ranch,
\nNot one critter was stirrin’, not even a branch;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Th’ boot-socks were hung from barbed wire with care,
\nIn hopes that th’ tops this year would not tear;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Th’ kids were all tucked up like cows in a shed,
\nWhile dreamin’ of baked goods like cookies and bread;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom hung up her Stetson by my worn Resistol,
\nTook off boots, jeans and belts then in bed we did fall,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When out by th’ barn there was all sorts of clangin’
\nWe jumped up right quick to see what was a bangin’.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grabbed up our rifles and dressed quick like hustlers,
\nGrabbed ammo ‘n’ shotguns case it was rustlers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moon glow on tin roof shined by sand blowin’ hard
\nGave enough light for seein’ and showed th’ farmyard,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We ‘uns concluded we was a seein’ thangs
\nLike, an old worn-out stagecoach pulled by eight green-broke mustangs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a great big ol’ driver, who held a tight rein,
\nwe sure knew right quickly it must be John Wayne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Much faster than bullets his horses sure came,
\nStill he whistled, and shouted, and yelled out each name:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Now Pitchfork! now Pickup! now, Chisum and Dallas!
\nOn, Haybale! on, Hairball! on, Lonestar and Texas!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Right over th’ leech field! and on past th’ well pump
\nNow gee-up and yee-haw, git ready to jump!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like tumbleweeds scurry when tornadoes whirl by,
\nWhen they just go and head skyward, up they sure fly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yep, up to th’ rooftop them horses strivin’,
\nwith that stage full of toys, and th’ Duke a drivin’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In just a short moment we heard on th’ roof
\nTh’ stomping and stamping of each unshod hoof.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we threw on our hats, and were heading downstairs,
\nJohn Wayne kicked in the front door which fell on two chairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Was dressed like a sheriff, from his hat to his boots,
\nAnd his clothes were all showin’ deep-down western roots;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Saddle bag of toys he had flung ‘cross his back,
\nand small things stuffed in pockets too much for his pack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His eyes how they squinted! his pistol how gleamin’!
\nHis badge was all shiny, his neck scarf tied streamin’!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His shirt unbuttoned, with th’ flap hanging down
\nAnd th’ jut of his chin was as fierce as his frown;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His rifle he held onto tight in his hand,
\n‘Til he got a good feel for the lay of the land;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had broad shoulders which carried quite a load in
\nAnd shook when he laughed as his face creased with a grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was handsome and tall, a legend come to life,
\nAnd we sure liked what we saw both me ‘n’ th’ wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Him winkin’ at Mom and a noddin’ his head
\nMade us glad we did not get Santa instead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He drawled a few words, but he mostly just worked,
\nFilled boot-socks with oranges and meat, spicy-jerked,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And waving his hand in gesture well known,
\nCrashed through a window just as if he was thrown;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He sprang to his coach, toward his team the whip cracked,
\nAway they all galloped as if some injuns attacked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But we all heard him shout, as he started to go,
\n“Howdy, Pardner, all y’all, saddle up, wagons ho!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

poem by Suzann Darnall. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Christmas, my child, is love in action.”  Dale Evans<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

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