Twas the Night Before Christmas
(Florida style)

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,
no noses were frozen, no snow fluttered 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 wreaths grew in every back yard.
In front of the houses were daddies and moms,
adorning pointsettias and coconut palms.

The slumbering kiddies 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 green Mustang instead of a sleigh.

He whizzed down the highway and zoomed up the roads
in a snappy convertible peddling his loads.
As he jumped from the car he gave a deep chuckle.
He was dressed in bermudas with an ivy league buckle.
There weren't any chimney but that caused no gloom,
for Santa came in through the Florida room.
He stopped at each house, and stayed only a minute
as he emptied his bag of the toys that were in it.
Before he departed he treated himself
to a glass full of orange juice left on the shelf.
He leaped in the car and put it in gear,
and drove over bridges singing with cheer.
Then we heard him exclaim as he went on his way,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS SOUTH FLORIDA, I WISH I COULD STAY".

WE WISH EVERYONE A VERY MERRY SOUTH FLORIDA CHRISTMAS WITH A BLESSED NEW YEAR TO FOLLOW
FROM JOHN AND SHIRLEY STEALEY


A True Story