Fw: [B H F] Florida Christmas

[george bybee]

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Sent: Sunday, December 12, 2010 7:43 PM
Subject: [B H F] Florida Christmas

> Florida Christmas
> Tim Hendel
> 'Twas the day before Christmas, and the kids on the beach
> were playing with frisbees just beyond the tide's reach.
> The mommies were shopping, all covered with sweat
> 'Twas the hottest December in Florida yet.
> And out at the airport the jet planes were landing
> With thick coats and suitcases tourists were standing.
> From Boston and Cleveland, New York and La Grange
> Saying, "Just take it easy till you're used to the change!"
> And I in my shorts, and the kids in their trunks
> Were combing the beach and looking for junk.
> I found three lost coins and a broken cassette,
> But my little boy cried, for he'd found nothing yet.
> Then something appeared way out on the water.
> The first one to see it was someone's small daughter.
> It came floating in, an old shrimper's boat
> So loaded with stuff that it hardly could float.
> It was manned by a captain all wrinkled and old
> But with eyes that were clear and a stare that was bold.
> Long ago it was painted a bright shiny green,
> And the name "La Gitana" could barely be seen.
> The paint now was faded, and the oars they were cracked.
> It was up to the gunnels from the weight in the back.
> It came through the shallows and scraped on the sand
> And the children came running just to lend him a hand.
> They pulled the boat up, and the man took a line
> And tied up to a palm tree, just taking his time.
> Then the stuff from the back he began to unpack
> Boxes and presents in water proof sacks.
> There were dolls for the girls and cars for the boys
> And big blasting radios that made such a noise.
> There was stuff for the parents and more for the teens
> Like computers and TV's with bright little screens.
> The boat now was empty and easy to push
> As it entered the sea with a glad little whoosh.
> The man took his oars and paddled off south
> And I wanted so bad to go with him myself.
> His last parting words, now his work was all done,
> "Feliz Navidad, don't stay out in the sun!"
>
>
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