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 were shorty pajamas instead.
T0 find Christmas bouquets was not very hard,
For poinsettias grew in every backyard.
In front of the houses, Daddies and Moms.
were adorning bushes and ancient palms.
The sleeping teens were dreaming in glee
Hoping to find water skiis under the tree.
They all knew 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 freeway and zoomed down the roads,
In an SL 306, delivered his loads.
The luminous moon gave the city a glow,
And lighted the town for old Santa below
As he jumped from the sports car, he gave a wee chuckle
He was dressed in cut-offs with an ivy league buckle.
There weren’t any chimneys, but that caused no woe
For Santa came in through the patio.
He stopped at each one and stayed but a minute
Emptying his sack of the toys that were in it.
Before he departed, he treated himself
To a glass of fresh orange juice left on the shelf.
He turned with a bounce and jumped into the ear
Remembering he still had to go far.
He shifted the gears and stepped on the gas
Up through the town he went like a flash.
And I heard him exclaim as he went on his way
‘MERRY CHRISTMAS, SAN DIEGO–I WISH I COULD STAY!
Copyright by Gerald T. Driessen 1982 all right reserved updated 12/21/2018