'Twas the Night before Hunting... Boggy Creek Style

Care of my friend Clay Calhoun...

'Twas the night before hunting
And all through Boggy Creek,
Not a creature was stirring
Except for one sneak

The shotguns and rifles
Were stashed by the ammo
And there right beside them
Were huge piles of camo

The shooters were sleeping
All nestled in beds
As visions of big game
Danced in their heads

When down the hallway
There came such a clatter
I sprang from my bed
To see what was the matter

The commotion was caused
By a loud alarm clock
Chris jumped out of bed
And reached for his Glock

All this I saw
Looking through the key hole
Next I heard Chris
Call someone an A*Hole

"Now Strib.
Now Clay,
Ward, Jr and Frank
You come here this minute
And pay for this prank"

Though sleepy and dazed
He knew he'd been had
He'd be shocked to learn
It was Ward Sr., the dad

He spoke not a word
and then went to work
He stormed out the door
And called us all jerks

He sprang to his sleigh
And gave out a whistle
And off he flew
Back down to the thistle

They heard him exclaim
As he drove out of sight
"Merry Christmas to All
And to this Hog, Good Night!"