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Night before Christmas

T

was the night before Christmas and all through the Island not a tree frog was whistling, not even on Ports Island.

The palm trees were decorated by the beach with care, in hopes that Santa Claus soon would be there.

We were all nestled all snug in our beds while visions of Cassava pies danced in our heads.

Mama and papa smelt the sweet salt air and went off to sleep because they had no cares.

Then out on the horizon there arose such a splash, I sprang from my bed as quick as a flash.

Then what to my wondering eyes should appear, Santa on a jet ski and eight tiny reindeer. Each reindeer had a ski on each of its hooves, so fascinating how they would move.

More rapid than dolphins the reindeer they came and Santa whistled and shouted and called them by name:

“Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen.

On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen.” Up onto the shoreline the reindeer skied, it was clear that Blitzen was right in the lead.

And then in a twinkle I saw on the beach, Santa's Segway parked close by, not far out of reach.

So up to my door step Santa drove with a smile, let's hope he doesn't trip over the hose and land in a pile!

As I turned my head and was spinning around, in a flash down the chimney Santa Claus came with a bound.

He was dressed in Bermuda shorts with a palm tree shirt and his sandals had straps which looked like they hurt.

A bunch of toys he had on his back and he looked like the mail man just opening his sack.

He stopped for a moment then went straight to the kitchen and made a rum swizzle to go with his jerk chicken.

His eyes were on fire, the chicken was hot, and his nose turned up like the handle of a pot.

His comical mouth was drawn up like a bow and his beard was as white as the snow.

He was round as a turkey and looked stuffed to the gill and I laughed when I saw him hit his head on the sill.

He went straight to his work without saying a word and filled all the stockings so quietly that he couldn't be heard.

Then picking a booger out of his nose, he nodded and winked and up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his Segway and gave his team a whistle,

And away he drove down to the beach like a missile.

But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, “Bermudiful Christmas to all and to all a good night!”

Alana Fischer

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Published December 23, 2010 at 1:00 am (Updated December 23, 2010 at 9:53 am)

Night before Christmas

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