If I'm Lyin' I'm Dyin'

If Walt Colley says so, you can take it to the bank.

He knows y'all think Santa Claus ain't real.

One snowy Christmas Eve, Walt learns better.

Will a night of hard work take Walt off Santa's naughty list for good?

An excerpt from If I'm Lyin' I'm Dyin':

Now maybe I’d had a nip or five, and maybe not. But what happened next is the ever-lovin’ truth as I live and breathe. Hand to God, it is.

That nip I might or might not have had was from a batch I’d made myself. Pure corn, and more kick than a hoss that just got the gelding band. The trees were sorta moving around, and my eyeballs wanted to cross like a Catholic at mass. I figured it might be time to head on back home.

The dang trail kept wanting to get out from under my feet, but I was doing all right until it took a curve without telling me. My left foot came down and just kept on a-goin’. I’d gone and walked right off the side of the mountain!