Shafter Shootin Irons & Such

 Shafter Shootin Irons Night Before Christmas
 
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Territory
 
Not a person was stirring, it was almost like Purgatory
 
The Rifles and Shotguns were hung in the Gun Racks with care
 
In the hopes no Desperados would stir on this Holiday so fair
 
The Deputies and Posse were nestled all snug in their beds
 
While dreams of fast Ponies danced in their heads
 
The Marshal sat in his office enjoying a cigar
 
Planning ways to save more money for his customers near and far
 
When out in the Corral I heard a loud noise indeed
 
Which at first made me think there had been a Stampede
 
So to the barred windows I went over to spy
 
To see if there might be some Rustlers nearby
 
Instead what I saw made me think I was dreamin
 
A shiny red Stage Coach drawn by Quarter Horses a Teamin
 
The Coach Man was wearing a Red Leather Jacket & Vest
 
With Sturdy Red Boots, a Colt Pistol that was the best
 
His Team stood silent pullin gently against the reins
 
And he spoke to each one of them and patted their manes
 
He reached in the Coach and pulled out a Large Pack
 
Then walked towards the office with the pack on his back  
 
He had a kind face, and a white snowy beard
 
His manner and actions gave no reason to be feared
 
Not a Hey Pard, or Howdy, he went right straight to the tree
 
And in no time at all, he left presents for everyone in the whole Territory
 
He looked back at me and smiled, then laughed right out loud
 
And the sound of his laughter would infect any crowd
 
He went back to his Coach, grabbed the reins and made ready
 
And the horses all trembled, but stayed even and steady
 
A flick of the reins and he was soon out of sight
 
But I heard him say Pard, I wish for you and all your friends a
 
“Merry Christmas To All, And To All A Good Night”