Jeff Foxworthy
'Twas the Night After Christmas
'Twas the night after Christmas and all through the trailer
The beer had gone flat and the pizza was staler
The tube socks hung empty, no candies or toys
And I was camped out on my old Lay-Z-Boy
The kids they weren't talking to me or my wife
The worst Christmas they said they had had in their lives
My wife couldn't argue and neither could I
So I watched TV and my wife, she just cried

When out in the yard the dog started barkin'
I stood up and looked and saw old Sheriff Larkin
He yelled, "Roy I am sworn to uphold the laws
And I got a complaint here from a feller named Claus"
I said, "Claus, I don't know nobody named Claus
And you ain't taking me in without probable cause"
Then the Sheriff he said, "The man was shot at last night"
I said, "That might have been me, just what does he look like"
The Sheriff replied, "Well he's a jolly old feller, with a big beer gut belly
That shakes when he laughs like a bowl full of jelly
He sports a long beard, and a nose like a cherry"
I said, "Sheriff that sounds like my wife's sister Sherri"
"It's no time for jokes, Roy," the Sheriff, he said
"The man I'm describing in dressed all in red
I'm here for the truth now, it's time to come clean
Tell me what you've done, tell me what you've seen"
Well I started to lie then I thought what the hell
It wouldn't be the first time that I spent New Years in jail

I said, "Sheriff it happened last night about ten
And I thought that my wife had been drinking again"
When she walked in from work she was as white as a ghost
I thought maybe she had seen one of them UFO's
But she said that a bunch of deer had just flown over her head
And stopped on the roof of our good neighbor Red
Well I ran outside to look and the sight made me shudder
A freezer full of venison standing right on Red's gutter
Well my hands were a shakin' as I grabbed my gun
When outta Red's chimney this feller did run
And slung on his back was this bag over flowin'
I thought he stolen Red's stuff while old Red was out bowlin'
So I yelled, "Drop fat boy, hands in the air!"
But he went about his business like he hadn't a care
So I popped a warning shot over his head
Well he dropped that bag and he jumped in that sled
And as he flew off I heard him extort
"That's assault with intent Roy, I'll see ya in court!"
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