Twas A Florida Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,
No roses were frozen - no snow fluttered down.
No children in flannels were tucked into bed,
They all wore shortie pajamas instead.

To find wreaths of holly was not very hard,
For holly wreaths grow in most every back yard.
In front of the house were Daddy and Mom
Decorating the Crotons and Coconut Palm.

The sleeping kiddies were dreaming with glee,
Hoping to find water skis under their tree.
They all knew that Santa was well on his way,
In a read and white sports car, instead of a sleigh.

He whizzed up the highway and zoomed up the road,
In a snappy convertible delivering his load.
And soon he arrived and started his work,
For he hadn't a moment to linger of shirk.

As he jumped from the car he gave a deep chuckle,
He was dressed in Bermudas, with Ivy League buckle,
There weren't any chimneys, but that caused no gloom,
For Santa came in through the Florida room.

He stopped at each house, stayed only a minute,
Emptying the bag 'o toys he had in it,
Before he departed, he treated himself,
To a big glass of Orange Juice left on the shelf.
He turned with a bounce and leaped in the car,
Remembering he still had to go very far.

Then turning the key and lighting the dash,
Up Interstate ninety-five he went like a flash,
But we heard him exclaim as he went on his way,
"Merry Christmas, Y'All ~ I wish I could stay."
~author unknown~