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Hillbilly Christmas Eve

Santa’s on his way Break out the whiskey and beer Target practice time Bubba’s on the porch Loading his favorite 12 gauge I’ve got my rifle Granny’s in the house Honey Boo Boo special on Duck Dynasty too She’s done baked cookies Crinkles made with bacon fat Boy, howdy thems good Look over yonder Are … Continue reading »

First Snow

The snow falls softly 2 amĀ is always the perfect time For the first serious snow Of the season Not the flurries that tease and taunt Not the single snowflake Swirling through the air Never touching down Escaped from the cloud Determined to stay aloft Not be caught As only one fleeing persecution Can run Certainly … Continue reading »