12/25/2025
’Twas the night before Christmas, out on the long haul, Not a creature was stirring—no cow, hog, nor bull. The trailer was parked by the barnyard just right, Air lines all hooked, resting tight for the night.
The cattle lay settled on fresh golden straw, Chewing their cud without worry or flaw. The driver climbed down from the big diesel rig, Boots covered in mud, coat smelling of pig.
His logbook was finished, his coffee gone cold, Another long run safely done, stories told. When out by the gate there arose such a clatter, He grabbed his Maglite to see what was the matter.
Away to the yard he strode quick and alert, Past frozen tire tracks and patches of dirt. The moon on the chrome of the old Peterbilt bright, Gave the rig a proud glow in the cold winter night.
When what to his wondering eyes should appear, But a shiny red semi with eight tiny reindeer. With a jolly old driver so lively and quick, He knew in a moment it had to be St. Nick.
More rapid than runaways his reindeer they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name: “Now Diesel! Now Jake Brake! Now Bunk Heater too! On Air-Ride! On Lowboy! On Gooseneck—let’s move!”
They rolled past the barn and the livestock so calm, Not a single one spooked by the magical charm. Then down from the cab came Santa with cheer, Steel-toe boots jingling, beard full of frost and good cheer.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, Checked gates, checked chains—no shortcut, no shirk. He filled up the feeders, topped water just right, Then tipped back his hat and nodded polite.
He sprang to his rig, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all rolled like a well-tuned missile. But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, “Safe hauls to you all, and to all a good night!” 🎅🚚
