Monday, December 24, 2012

Twas The Night Before Navidad.....

       Twas the Night Before Navidad
(My version:by Terry Coles)

Twas the night before Navidad and all through the land
Not a creature was stirring except my sweat gland

The stockings were hung on the palm tree with care
As the warm balmy breezes blew through my hair



The monkeys were nestled in trees up way up high
And the jungle was quiet, not a creature did fly

Mama in a bikini with a drink in her hand
And Clyde with a fish pole, a catch would be grand


When out in the water we heard such a clatter
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter

Away from my chair I flew with a splash
Stepped on a shell and tripped over some trash

The sun on the water sparkled with glow
And the break of the surf looked almost like snow



But what to my wondering eyes did appear
But a boat full of gifts and eight tiny reindeer

I noticed the Captain was chubby and thick
And knew at that moment it must be St. Nick

It tousled and joustled to shore it took aim
As I heard the old fart call out some name

"Jump Dasher and Dancer, swim Prancer and Vixen
Quick Comet, go Cupid, paddle Donner and Blitzen!"





To the end of the beach it came with a crawl
Now swim away, swim away, swim away all

As sand from the beach when the wind blows does fly
High up to the treetops and gets in my eye


The boat came a shore and slammed into a tree
And a coconut bounced off and landed on me

And just at that moment I heard on the reef
Santa looking for something and shouted “good grief”

He pulled out a bottle and chugged down a beer
Said now I can take on those children I fear


Dressed up in a speedo and flip flops to boot
He said this is Panama? Oh what a hoot!

He called for a taxi the size of a bus
And filled it with toys with out much of a fuss

Then tied up the reindeer under a tree
And jumped in the cab after taking a pee


We heard him yell loud as they drove out of sight
Feliz Navidad to All..... Along the Gringo Trail tonight.

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