I know you all think that old Santa wore red,
That he hitched his reindeer to a big fancy sled,
But out in Montana a feller told me;
That a real Western Santa was something to see.
His clothes made of buckskin - his guns hanging low,
And hitched to a bob-sled was six buffalo;
With a chaw of terbacker and a big pinch of snuff;
He went out on his rounds - and man was he tuff!
To the Indians and miners, the cowboys and thieves,
He gave all his goodies and he tried hard to please;
He climbed every mountain - he covered the plains,
His buffalo ran 'til they broke all the reins.
When this Western St. Nick made his last happy call,
You can bet your best britches - He gave Christmas to all!
© 1966 painting and poem by Gus Shafer, courtesy of Patricia Shafer Rapp. All rights reserved.
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