'Twas the night before Christmas and all through our 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 find wreaths of holly was not very hard, for holly trees sprouted right in the back yard! In front of the houses were daddys and moms, admiring the bushes and beautiful palms. The slumbering kiddies were dreaming in glee, and hoped they'd find water skis under the tree. They all knew that 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 o'er the highways and zoomed up the road in a shiny new sports car delivering his load.
The tropical moon gave the city a glow and lighted the way for Santa below.
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As he jumped in the auto he gave a wee chuckle; he was dressed in Bermudas with an Ivy League buckle. There weren't many chimneys - but that caused no gloom. For Santa came in through the patio room. Before he parted he treated himself
to a glass of orange juice left on the shelf. Then he turned with a jerk and bounced back to the car. Remembering he still had to go very far. He stepped on the gas and put it in gear and drove throughout town singing with cheer.
And I heard him exclaim as he went on his way:
"Merry Christmas San Diego County, I wish I could stay!"
