‘twas the night before Christmas along County road three. Not a
creature was stirring in snow past your knee.  And down at the
ranch where the dudes once stayed. Where music and children, and
adults all played.  There was nothing but silence and ghostly
moon light. Which cast subtle shadows bringing life to the
night.  The corral was long empty - it was easy to tell, ‘cause
the horses were gone and so was the smell.  But all of a sudden
there arose such a clatter, folks ran to the window and saw
“him” on a ladder.  Expecting Saint Nick they received a
surprise. It was only ol’ Reed in his new pair of Levis.  He was
fixin’ the lights which no one would see, ‘cause there weren’t
no traffic on County road three.  But Christmas is Christmas
wherever you are. And the spirit is strong though friends may be
far.  So they laughed and they shouted and they hooted with
glee, for it was still Christmas on County road Three.