Yes, this is our Christmas tree!

T'was The Night Before Christmas in Florida

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 their shorty pajamas instead.

To make wreaths of holly, it wasn't too hard, for holly trees grow in most every back yard. In front of the houses were Daddies and Moms adorning the fruit trees and coconut palms.

The slumbering kiddies were dreaming in glee, in hopes they'd find water skis under the tree. They all knew that Santa was well on his way, in a shiney red sprts car instead of a sleigh.

He whizzed up the highways and zoomed up the road, he drove with the top down, delivering his load. He raced through the night in the balmy, salt air. Like a tourist in Florida he had not a care.

The tropical moon gave the cities 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 a Disney World buckle.

There were'nt any chimneys, but that caused him no gloom, for Santa came in through the Florida room. He stopped at each house, but stayed only a minute, to empty his sack of stuff that was in it.

Before he departed, he treated himself to a big glass of orange juice left on a shelf. He turned with a smile and dashed to the car. He'd made only half of his deliveries so far!

He shifted the gears and stepped on the gas, and up route 19 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!"