By: James McCarter
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the truck stop, the truckers were wishing their load they could drop.
They were sleeping so soundly and snug in their racks, but most of ’em were snoring cuz they slept on their backs.
Their stack were set high and their stacks were real high, they were hoping ole St. Nick would soon come on by.
Wishing and hoping to end all their sorrow, wishing that he would bring them a load home tomorrow..
Through snow and ice and all sorts of bad stuff, a trucker must truck and sometimes it tough
So, St. Nick, please keep up truckers in mind, and hopefully tomorrow our family’s we find.