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T'was 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, 'twas
not very hard,
for holly trees grew in every
back yard.
In front of the houses, Dads and
Moms were
adorning the bushes and coconut
palms.
The sleeping kiddies were dreaming
in glee,
hoping to find water skis under the
tree.
They all knew that Santa was well on
his way,
in a Mercedes-Benz, instead of a
sleigh.
And soon he arrived and started
to work,
he hadn't a second to linger or
shirk.
He whizzed up the highways and zoomed
up the road,
in a S-L 300, delivering his
loads.
The tropical moon gave the city a
glow,
and lighted the way for old Santa
below.
As he jumped from the auto he gave a
wee chuckle,
he was dressed in Bermudas with
an 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 his sack of stuff that was
in it.
Before he departed, he treated
himself
to a glass of papaya juice upon the
shelf.
He turned with a jerk and bounced to
the car,
remembering he still had to go very
far.
He shifted the gears and stepped on
the gas
and up Highway 436 he went like a
flash.
And I heard him exclaim as he went on
his way,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL, I WISH I
COULD
STAY!"
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