T'was the Night After Christmas
                                                            By Jeff Foxworthy

'Twas the night after Christmas and all through the trailer,
the beer had gone flat and the pizza was staler.
The tube socks hung empty, no candies or toys,
and I was camped out on my old Lay-Z-Boy.
The kids they weren't talking to me or my wife,
the worst Christmas they said they had had in their life.
My wife couldn't argue and neither could I,
so I watched TV and my wife, she just cried.

When out in the yard the dog started barkin',
I stood up and looked, and I saw Sheriff Larkin.
He yelled, "Roy, I am sworn to uphold the laws
and I got a complaint here from a feller named Claus."
I said, "Claus? I don't know nobody named Claus,
and you ain't taking me in without probable cause."

Then the Sheriff he said, "The man was shot at last night."
I said, "That might have been me; just what's he look like?"
The Sheriff replied, "He's a jolly old feller, with a big beer gut belly,
that shakes when he laughs like a bowl full of jelly.
He sports a long beard, and a nose like a cherry."
I said, "Sheriff, that sounds like my wife's sister Sherri."

"It's no time for jokes Roy" the Sheriff he said.
"The man I'm describing is dressed all in red.
I'm here for the truth now, it's time to come clean.
Tell me what you've done, tell me what you've seen."
Well, I started to lie, then I thought what the hell,
it won't be the first time I've spent New Years in jail.

I said, "Sheriff it happened last night about ten,
and I thought that my wife had been drinking again."
When she walked in from work she was as white as a ghost.
I thought maybe she had seen one of them UFO's.
But she said that a bunch of deer had flew overhead,
and stopped on the roof of our good neighbor, Red.
Well, I ran outside lookin'; the sight made me shudder,
a freezer full of venison standing right on Red's gutter.

Well, my hands were a shakin' as I grabbed my gun,
when outta Red's chimney this feller did run.
And slung on his back was this bag over flowin'.
I thought he'd stoled Red's stuff while Red was out bowling'.
So I yelled, "Drop it fat boy! Hands up in the air!"
But he went about his business like he hadn't a care.
So I popped a loud warning shot over his head.
Well, he dropped that bag quick and he jumped in that sled.
And as he flew off I heard him exhort,
"That's assault with intent, Roy! I'll see ya in court."

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