"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 shorty pajamas instead.

To find wreathes of holly was not very hard
For holly wreathes grew in every backyard.

In front of the house were daddies and moms
adorning the crotens 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 the way,
In a red Thunderbird instead of a sleigh.

He whizzed up the highway and zoomed up the roads,
In a snappy convertible, peddling his loads.

As he jumped from his car, he gave a deep chuckle,
He was dressed in Bermudas with an Ivy League buckle.

There weren't any chimmneys but that caused no gloom,
For Santa came in through the Florida room.
He stopped at 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

Leaped into the car and put it in gear
And drove over our bridge, singing with cheer.

But we heard him exclaim as he went on his way.....
                   Merry Christmas, Naples, Florida....."I wish I could stay."



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