The Holiday Seasons are here
Something in the air
Tells me
It won't be the same,
This year.

You See!
No snow on the ground here
Too far south
Too hot
Too humid.

My first Holiday Season
Resting under a palm tree
Sipping rum and coke
Listening
To a steel band, playing carols
Instead
Of roasting, chestnuts
on an open fire.

Now don't call me
No liar
I super glued, a Santa's hat
On a nine foot alligator
Whose name is
"See You later.'

Cute he is
From a distance
As I hung him upside down
His smile tends to impose
Too many pearly whites.

Like the snow flakes
Or the sparkling
Holiday lights
I wrapped around him.
Like a Holiday tree

On this humid
hot tropical night
As we wait for Santa
To arrive in his red scuba gear
This wonderful year.


By: William Bonilla
12/12/04