'Twas the week before Christmas, and all through our town
The wind was a howlin', the snow coming down.
The stockings were hung by our chimney with care,
But under our tree, it was totally bare.
I tried to get nestled all snug in my bed
But my throat was sore and I had a stuffed head.
My plan to go shopping had gone all askew,
I couldn't make Billings, what the hell would I do?
The Nyquil kicked in and I fell fast asleep,
When a loud rumbling roar woke me out of the deep.
I looked out the window to see what was the matter
The Dodge Ram was runnin' and making the clatter.
Ken yelled up to me "The truck's ready to go,
the 4-wheel drive pick-up will get through the snow".
So I grabbed the checkbook, the debit card too,
and we headed to Billings to see what damage we'd do.
After a two hour trip, we hit the first store
I was thrilled to get in there, finding bargains galore.
Checking the names off our list one by one
Before we knew it we were finally done.
Now the presents are wrapped and under the tree,
The cookies are baking, I'm really stress free.
The lights are all twinkling, it's a beautiful sight,
So to all of my loved ones, Merry Christmas, good-night.