A Florida Christmas Poem #FloridaChristmas @VashtiQV

 

Merry Christmas, beautiful readers! And to those who don't celebrate Christmas, happy holidays! South Florida has a different feel on Christmas day than the rest of the United States. This year, Christmas Eve (our Noche Buena) will be 81 degrees, and Christmas Day will be 59 degrees. Yes, it's a 22 degree drop in one day, and yes, we South Floridians will be relishing the opportunity to put on a sweater because 59 degrees is cold for us (lol), but it is still warm in comparison to our northern states.

A few weeks ago, fellow author Vashti Quiroz-Vega posted a beautiful Christmas poem that I'd like to share with you today. I encourage you to visit her post here because her pictures are great. Plus, she's a fantastic dark fantasy author. I love her books and am excited to read her newest release, The Rise of Gadreel, which is the latest book in her Fantasy Angels series. So, please take a moment to visit her site and support her.

Enjoy this Christmas poem (author unknown):

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
No noses were frozen, nor snow on the ground.

No children in flannels were tucked into bed,
They all wore their shorty pajamas instead.

To find wreaths of holly was not very hard,
For holly trees sprouted in every backyard.

In front of the houses were daddies and moms,
Decorating hibiscus and coconut palms.

The slumbering kiddies were dreaming with glee,
Hoping to find surf boards under the tree.

They all knew that Santa was well on his way,
In a fiberglass boat instead of a sleigh.

He whizzed up the rivers, zoomed up the canals,
Delivering toys to good boys and gals.

The tropical moon gave the cities a glow,
And lit the way for Santa below.

Quite soon he arrived and started to work,
He hadn’t a second to linger or shirk.

He jumped from his boat and gave a wee chuckle,
He was dressed in deck pants, 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 but stayed only a minute,
As he emptied his sack of the toys that were in it.

Before he departed he had a long drink,
From the glass of fresh orange juice left by the sink.

He turned with a jerk and jumped into his boat,
Knowing that he still had more toys to tote.

He put it in gear and he opened the gas,
Then up the Peace River he went like a flash!

And I heard him exclaim as he went on his way:
“Merry Christmas, Punta Gorda, I wish I could stay ….

I hope you enjoyed this Florida version of T'was the Night Before Christmas. May you all be blessed with health and happiness today. :-)