Stranded…
A desert island,
A cooler of beer,
Warm weather,
Beach gear,
All the components of a vacation so far away from near…
Santa must have again lost his sleigh,
For on this island beach he does stranded, lay,
With Donner, Blitzen & Rudolph he does play,
I think he is happy to just on this beach stay…
Mrs. Claus can’t find him, so sad,
Santa is not at all and in anyway mad,
He has found his niche, ain’t it a bitch?
No more Santa Claus; no this is not a glitch…
Peace found for Santa,
Around his island he does ride on the back of a manta,
No more need for reindeer, no more cold nights,
Even better here than it would be in Atlanta…
© ed ~ 12/23/04
Could it be Santy or is it....Hmmmmm
Either way, lucky sod
Love Ch'erie
Looks like Eddity on the beach and Rufuz and his buddies taking a skinny dip!!
Love IT!!!!!!!
Love Tinka
That's the Santa we're waiting for
down here
William ....Peace Brother
Ed ......re-
read my piece "The Shower"
I eliminated Willie
and added several other lines
leaving it all to the imagination