Twas the week before Christmas

Twas a week before Christmas
And all ‘cross the isle
Not a cheek was a rosy
But Every face had a smile.

The golf courses were busy

The sun was full shine

And fuel on each corner

Was a buck fifty-nine.

The cookies were baking
And Tovs was a sweatin
Even in a tank top
Out running with the Munchkin.

The gifts were all wrapped
The lights all a-glowing
But Tovs only thought-
I just wish it was snowing!

A trip to the beach
With the munchkin in tow
Was just what was needed
To forget about snow.

Put on his sunhat
And strap him in the stroller
Off to the sand and surf
Perhaps I’ll even get some color!

Once there, spread out the blanket
And undress the little bubba
For someone not holiday eating
He sure is chubba chubba!

His little wrists creased
His round Buddha belly
When mama makes him laugh
It shakes just like a bowl of jelly!

He is chubby and plump
A right jolly young elf
And mama laughs when he laughs
In spite of herself!



He spoke not a word
But used his two little hands
Smiling up at mama
As he discovers the cool grainy sands.

And so the afternoon was spent
On the beaches of the East Coast
Dace and mama playing together
It’s what they enjoy the most.

And although this year is different
With no possibility of snow in sight-
We still say Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night.