Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the
town, no nozes were frozen, no snow flutterd down.
No children in flannels were tucked into bed,
They all wore shorty pajamas instead.
To find wreaths of holly was not very hard,
For holly grows in every backyard.
In front of the houses were tanned dads and moms,
Adorning the jasmine and coconut palms.
The slumbering kids were dreaming with glee,
That they would find water skis under the tree.
They all knew that Santa was well on his way,
In a red T-Bird, instead of a sleigh.
He wizzed down the Turnpike and zoomed up the roads,
In his snappy convertible, peddleing his loads.
As he jumped from his car he gave a deep chuckle,
He dressed in bermudas with a Marlins belt buckle.
There weren't any chimneys, but it caused no gloom,
For Santa came in through the Florida room.
He stopped in each house; stayed only a minute,
As he emptied his bag of toys that were in it.
Before he departed, he treated himself,
To a glass of papaya juice left on the shelf.
He leaped into the car and put it in gear,
And drove over the Intracoastal singing with cheer:
Merry Christmas South Florida...wish I could stay!

Merry Christmas and a Healthy New Year to All.

May God bless,

JB