‘Twas the Night before Christmas on Pleasure Island

By / Life on the Island / Tuesday, 23 December 2014 05:00

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all throughout the town
 Windows were open, no snow sprinkled down.
The swim trunks were hung by the door with care,
In hopes that summer would soon show a glare.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sandcastles played in their heads,
And mama in her flip-flops and I in my sandals,
Had just sat down to light a Christmas candle.
When out on the sand there arose such a sound from the ocean,
I sprang from my hammock to see what was the commotion.
Away from the porch, I flew like a crane,
Tore thru the screens and acted insane.

The moon in the peak of the rising tide,
Gave the glow of midsummer to objects that did not hide,
When what to my sunglassed eyes should unveil
But a miniature sleigh pulled by a great big sail.

With a little old captain, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than sand crabs, he sneaked,
And he whistled, and shouted with a shriek:
“Now Salmon! now, Flounder! now Sea Bass and Tuna!
On Dolphin! on Mackerel! on Lobster and Kahuna!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the sea wall!
Now swim away! swim away! swim away all!”

As dry sea oats that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky!
So up to the top of the wave the ripples they swam;
With the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas, it all looked like a sham!

And then in a twinkling, I heard in the pool
The splishing and splashing of the entire school.
As I drew in my hand, I saw in a flash
As off the diving board St. Nicholas dove with a splash!

He was dressed in Hawaiian print, from his head to his hand,
And his clothes were all covered in shells and sand.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a beach bum just opening his pack.

His eyes – how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were sunburned, his nose like a cherry!
His funny little mouth was filled with motion,
As his beard glistened with the salt of the ocean;
The stump of an octopus he held tight in his teeth,
And the tentacles they encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a stick in his arm and a bowl full of jelly
That shook, when he looked to the ocean at the waves that were swelly.
He was chubby and plump, despite his tan;
And I laughed when I saw him, because he was the son of a sailor man.

With a gleam in his eye and scales like a fish
Soon I knew I would have everything I could wish.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the sand buckets; then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, he twinkled his sandy toes;
He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team he gave bait;
And away they all swam to fulfill their fate.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he sailed out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”


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