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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the camp;
Not a genny was running, only lighting ‘twas a small lamp.
The rigs, they were parked, all snug in their places;
The campers were happy, a smile on their faces.
The family pooches and kitties, all snoozin’ and happy;
Hopin’ Santa would bring ‘em somethin’ fancy and snappy.
The campers ‘round the firepit, with toddy in hand;
Were eyein’ the sky, where’s that rotund red suit man?
The hour was late, sleepy folks round the fire;
The time had come, past time to retire.
‘Cause unless all are asleep, Santa will pass you by;
At our age can’t stay up late, no matter that we try.
As we lay our head down, for a welcome night’s sleep;
The Christmas magic of youth, in our mind we must keep.
If we’ve been good all the year, and kept our spouse with a smile;
Maybe Santa will be kind, and stop at our site for a while.
As Christmas morning arrives, in the east the sun rises;
All is well once again, and we’re hopin’ for nice surprises.
Our family and friends, if they’re all happy and healthy;
Then this Christmas morn, we consider ourselves wealthy.
This Christmas finds us in a warm southern clime;
My bride has been saying “It’s about time”.
The long drive south to the keys took several days indeed;
My wallet for fuel just continued to bleed.
But our “B” – Berceau – handled every mile with aplomb;
And our tag along trailer with goodies rolled behind quite calm.
But, we’re here now awaiting the round man’s arrival;
We must hope that his reindeer’s GPS isn’t archival.
The morning will bring sun and gentle soft breezes;
Calm seas, warm smiles, and no snow – that pleases.
So, wherever you may be on this Christmas eve;
Recall that once upon a time you too did believe.
Merry Christmas to all.
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