Truckers were wishing their load they could drop
They were all snug and sound and asleep in their racks,
Most of em were snoring cuz they slept on their backs.
Their engines were off and their stacks all set high,
In hope that St. Nicholas would soon be by.
They were wanting St. Nick to bring them a load home tomorrow,
To offset their loneliness and ease all their sorrow.
Through snow and sleet and all sorts of stuff
A trucker does truck and they have to be tough,
They’re gone all the time and they are hardly at home
Across this great country they all have to roam.
So St. Nicholas please keep us truckers in mind
And on Christmas day, our families we find.
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