Christmas in The Desert

T'was the night before Christmas in our desert town,
No pools frozen over, no snow drifted down,
The kiddies are sleeping, without blankets, in bed,
For winter in the oasis requires cool sheets instead.

To find fruit filled stockings was not very hard
'Cause orange trees were growing right out in the yard.
In front of the condos were Daddy's and Moms
Admiring the Yucca and all the Date palms.

In dreamland, the children, all cozy and warm,
Thought of tomorrow , and the fat jolly form
For Santa was already well on his way
In a Rolls Royce golf cart instead of a sleigh.

Soon then he arrived and started with glee
Putting skateboards and golf clubs under the tree.
Over the green courses and courts he flew
To bring his great bounty to me and to you.

The great desert moon gave the city a glow
And lighted the valleys that lay far below
When he jumps from the cart with a new tennis racket
He was wearing white shoes and a red plaid jacket

Chimneys were scarce on the huge desert floor
So Santa went in through the patio door
He made every home in the Coachella Valley
And left goodies for Freddie and Billy and Sally

Before he took leave he first helped himself
To some cactus preserves that were left on the shelf
He gazed at the landscape and through a twinkle of tear
Thought of the first desert Christmas , past many a year

Then as he departed, by touching his nose
Bid farewell to the desert, where the Joshua tree grows
And he exclaimed as he left, in a streak of fire,
"Merry Christmas to all, and it's here I'll retire"

Thanks for stopping by.

We Are All Buddha's