8 days 'til Christmas

Growing up in Louisiana, you see A LOT of interesting things at Christmas. You laugh and point at a few, then you actually get used to a couple. Crazy Christmas lights can get out of control around the country, but in Louisiana it's still more redneck than the rest. Here's a poem that is so funny because some of it is insane and some is just plain true!
Redneck night before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the trailer
Not a creature was stirrin'
'Cept a redneck named Taylor (lol...we can pretend this is my bro-in-law named Taylor...j/k kiers)

His first name was Bubba,
Joe was his middle,
And a-runnin' down his chin
Was a trickle of spittle.

His socks, they were hung
By the chimney with care,
And therefore there was
A foul stench in the air.

That Bubba got scared
And rousted the boys.

There was Rufus, 12
Jim Bob was 11
Dud goin' on 10
Otis was 7.
John, George and Chucky
Were 5, 4, and 3:
The twins were both girls
So they let them be.

They jumped in their overalls,
No need for a shirt,
Threw a hat on each head,
Then turned with a jerk.

They ran to the gun rack
That hung on the wall.
There were 17 shotguns
They grabbed them all.

Bubba said to the young'uns,
"Now hesh up ya'll!
The last thing we wanna do
Is wake up yer Maw."

Maw was expecting
And needed her sleep,
So out they crept out the door
Without making a peep.
They all loked around
And they all spit.
The young'uns asked Bubba
"Paw, what is it?"

Buba just stared
He could not say a word.
This was just all all of
The stories he'd heard.

It was Santy Claus
On the roof, darn tootin'
But the boys didn't know
They was about to start shootin'!

They aimed their shotguns
and nearly made a mistake
That would have resulted
In venison steak.

Bubba hollered out,
"Don't shoot, boys!
That's Santy Claus
And he's brought us some toys."

The dogs were a-barkin'
And a-raisin' cain,
And Bubba whistled, and shouted,
And called them by name:

"Down, Spot! Shut up Bullet!
Quiet, Pete and Roscoe!
Git, Turnip and Tater
And Sam and Bosco!"

"Git down from that porch!
Git down off that wall!
Quit shakin the trailer
Or you'll make Santy fall!"

The dogs kept a-barkin'
And wouldn't shut up.
And they trampled poor Pete
Who was only a pup.

Santy opened his bag,
And threw out some toys.
Bubba got most,
But left a few for the boys.

Since the guns had been dropped
He just might not die.
He jumped in his sleigh,
Told his reindeer to hurry.
The trailer started to wobble
Santa started to worry.

Just as the reindeer
Got into the air,
The trailer collapsed,
But Bubba didn't care.

He was busy lookin'
At all his new toys.
Then a thought hit him,
And he said to the boys:

"Go check on yer Maw,
Make sure she's all right.
That roof fallin' on her
Could-a- hurt just a might."

But Maw was OK,
And the girls were too.
They fixed up the trailer
It looked good as new.

And as for Bubba,
He liked Old St. Nick,
But Santa thought Bubba
Was a pure-in-tee hick!

Bubba had a nice Christmas,
And the boys did too.
And the Taylors wish
A Merry Christmas to you!