The Night the Elves Danced In Branson
As Kurt ‘n Kall sat round the table
Telling of tales, story and fable
Christmas to be, present and past
This tale is told, this story cast
Of the oft related night upon the strip
When Roy Clark as Santa, cracked his whip
So now my children sit, listen and hear
Not of the midnight ride of Paul Revere
But rather a delightful and fanciful tale
Of an almost Christmas that ought to be
The night that Branson when into history.
Twas the night before Christmas and all round the town
Not a singer was stirring, not even Bandy the Clown.
Andy’s sock was hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Ann Margaret would soon be there.
The ticket masters were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of filled theaters danced in their heads.
Anne in her ‘kerchief and Jim in his cap
The Staffords were settled, for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the strip there arose such a clatter
Jimmy Osmond asked the brothers, what was the matter?
Up to the strip, I drove like a flash
It sounded like a party, a fete, no, a bash
Elves dancing on shiny, new-fallen snow
Gave gaiety to the lights and neons aglow.
When what to my sleep swollen eyes should appear
Roy Clark, a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
Roy, as a driver was lively and quick
I knew in a moment, he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than tourists driving the strip
He yelled, cajoled and cracked the whip.
Now Delene, Now Dalena
I get them confused
Now Denny, now Dino
At the Grand Palace too
On Bill, on Joe, on Dan and Gail
Too many Lennons, too many, too many to know
Upward, onward and faster we go.
Onward, onward we go through the snow
Delivering presents above and below.
As the winds swirled the flakes
And the drifts mounted high
The Branson reindeer verily flew through the sky
While Delene and Dalena, were leading the pack
Roy, as St. Nick, was still in the back
The sleigh was full of all sorts of candy
Toys, sleds, Barbies and everything dandy.
At each house where they stopped to leave loot
Roy kept complaining of soot on his suit.
Roy had a nice suit of sequins, stitching and stone
With a banjo on one arm and toys in his sack
The man was a sight that stood out alone.
He sang about a Greyhound and someone gone.
As he crooned his song he flashed a big smile
That thawed the snow, what a look of beguile.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Roy
No fancy diet for this country boy.
As he tugged, pulled and handled the sack
The banjo was always strapped on his back.
Then the silence was broken by a ring of his cell
As Paul Harris, the loudest elf in the dell
Said Santa, St. Nick, no, I guess it is Roy
You are late for your date with Kurt ‘n Kall
They are waiting in the wings for your wisdom in words
Tell them now, tell them much, and please tell them all.
He hustled and bustled and made the snow fly
As he finished the homes in Branson on nigh
As he cracked the whip , the Branson reindeer flew
Through the sky, to the route they so well knew
So contrary to lore that has been through the ages
Through Clement Clarke Moore as he wrote many pages
The last words of Santa as he left Branson out of sight
Was not, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
The last words, as far as anyone could tell
Was, “The traffic, the shows, gee it was swell.”
As we tell of this tale, so delightful and true
Branson isdraped in red, white and blue
Larry Gatlin and the Brothers are now in Iraq
Singing to our troops as they guard us in mass
To let them know that we will welcome them back
While we sit snug with our families round the table
Reading the story of Christ, born in a stable.
We would do good to pause and to think
Of the many chairs that will be empty this year
We hope that Iraq will be found and gave cheer
By Roy (oops!) Santa and his eight tiny reindeer.
So after this Branson tale is told
We sit in warmth keeping in from the cold
Lady Kall and myself would like to wish
Each and every one who reads this story
To remember the reason, the season and glory
Of the child who was born to the world in a manger
So that in heaven you would be no stranger.
From Kurt L. and Lady Kall
A Merry Christmas
We wish you, each and all
Along with a lot of boundless cheer
For a great, happy and prosperous, brand New Year
© 2003, Gampy’s Gang Productions INC