The Old Christmas Truck

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The Old Christmas Truck A story I wrote especially for all the kiddies of all the truck drivers, everywhere I was told this story happened sometime back in the early '40s A long, long time before freeways were even thought of And the roads were narrow, and very, very dangerous It was the day before Christmas at an orphans' home high up in the mountains And the people at the orphans' home were mighty concerned about the little boys and girls having a Christmas that year Because the little town below had always donated toys at Christmas time And brought them up in what they called the Ol' Christmas Truck But this year the roads were of solid ice up to the orphans' home And no one would attempt to make that run, up that steep mountain road, in that ol' truck The townspeople had asked for volunteers, and even offered money to anyone who would drive the ol' truck But everyone was afraid to try An ol' hobo who had jumped from a passing freight train stopped at a farmhouse to ask for a handout So, the farmer gave him food As the farmer and the ol' hobo talked, the farmer told the hobo about the orphan's home And that it would be a mighty sad Christmas this year for those little boys and girls Then the hobo said that he used to drive a truck And he would be more than glad to try to get up that mountain But he wouldn't take any money for it So, the townspeople agreed to let the ol' hobo try Though they were doubtful anyone could make it They watched the ol' hobo drive up the mountain in the Ol' Christmas Truck The roads were mighty slippery, and he fought against sliding off into deep, deep canyons below But he kept pushing on and wouldn't give up About halfway there, a blizzard hit, and it snowed and snowed There was no turning back now, and the ol' hobo knew it Still, he kept pushing on, though he was freezing by now For the heater in the ol' truck had froze up Later, when the roads were passable, the townspeople drove up to the orphan's home They asked about the ol' hobo and the truck, and all the little Christmas toys Well, it seems that somehow, Christmas morning All the toys the town had donated were under the tree, alright But, to this day, the people at the orphan's home swear they don't know how they got there Because all they saw the next morning was the ol' Christmas truck They never saw the ol' hobo Just little hoof prints and sleigh tracks in the snow I wonder Was that ol' hobo Santa Claus?