"Twere Christmas Eve an' mist a-crept off the crick. An' the col' winner drizzly was a-comin' down thick."
It's a winter night in the Ozarks, and while Maw and Paw are snoring in their beds, their son is waiting up with his dog, Arkansaw, to catch a glimpse of Saint Nick. The second the portly man and his big pet raccoon cross the threshold, there erupts such a commotion as the holler has never seen Arkansaw takes exception to Santy's raccoon, and quicker than you can say 'By sassafrack ' the whole place is busted up. But Santy saves the day with a fine ham biscuit feast and sneaks a whole set of musical instruments into the stockings hung by the 1/2fahrboard. 1/2 After a fine backwoods jig, Santy has to git and floats into the night, saying, 'Happy Christmas to all, ev'ry maw, paw, 'n tyke '
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Poetry