Real Texas towns are waitin’ for Christmas
‘Tis the day before Christmas and all through the town
The lights are a shinin’, it sure does look grand.
It’s a Real Texas town, kinda far from the city,
All the folks here pitched in, and made it look pretty.
There are lights on the courthouse and down the main street
The stores are fixed up and they all look real neat.
It’s a West Texas town that’s near ready for Christmas
Here’s hopin’ St. Nick will know where to find us.
‘Cause Real Texas is big, expansive and wide.
Roads go on forever, he might need a guide.
You go past Fort Worth where they say the west starts
And just keep on driving ‘till your bones ache and smart.
It’s a long way to somewhere out here in the West
But St. Nick should still find us if he gets enough rest.
He can look for the lights all the folks here put up
Those lights that are shining right on our hilltop.
From the air the lights shine out for miles and more miles
And when he gets to West Texas he’ll see the big smiles.
Out here folks are friendly, it’s yes sir! And yes ma’am!
“You bet!” is still said if you need a helping hand.
Everybody is somebody out here in the west
Your money can’t buy you what we know is best.
Just ask those who’ve been here, they’ll tell you the same
“The people are great there!” you’ll hear them exclaim.
No matter your station in life or your cause
We hope he can find you, that old Santa Claus.
We have lights on the windmills, the storefronts, and fences;
They shine from the windows, the doors, and the benches.
I saw some on saddles and a few on mesquite trees
It’s the bright spots way out here, we hope he can see these.
The lights down the main street sure make us feel proud
We all pitched in together and put ‘em around.
It’s the West Texas towns that we hope he can find,
Dots of light from our small towns will guide Santa down.
Yes, West Texas is home to the antelope and deer
And farmers and ranchers and the oilfields out here.
Folks who work outside in the winter and wind
Will be first to see him when he starts to descend.
An O’ when he gets here what a greeting he’ll get,
Even though he’s no stranger, there’s cookies and milk
Set out by the children in this wide open land
Who look forward to Christmas and that bearded old man.
It’s a long way to get here, and we hope he can find us
Out here in Real Texas where people don’t fuss
In the small Texas towns…
….that are waitin’ for Christmas!
by David Werst – 1992
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Yes, it is a long way from the North Pole to West Texas, but Santa has always found us and always will. It is also a long way from heaven to earth, but “The Voice that had been an enigma in the heavens chose to become human and live surrounded by His creations. We have seen Him. Undeniable splendor enveloped Him–the one true Son of
God–evidenced in the perfect balance of grace and truth.”
(John 1:14, The Voice translation of the New Testament)
Merry Christmas…J B Bitner