Christmas in Bullhead

A BULLHEAD CITY CHRISTMAS

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the town,
No noses were frozen, no snow fluttered down.

No children in flannels were tucked into bed;
They all wore their shorty pajamas instead.

To find wreaths of bougainvilleas was not very hard,
For bougainvilleas grew in every back yard.

In front of the houses the Daddies and Moms
Were adorning the cactus and Arizona palms.

The sleeping kiddies were dreaming in glee.
Hoping to find water skis under the tree.

They all knew that Santa was well on his way
But, he was on a jet ski instead if a sleigh.

As soon as Santa arrived, he started his work,
For he hadn't a second to linger or shirk.

He whizzed around town, all up and down the river,
Through the warm Arizona breeze without even a shiver.

The lights from the casinos gave Bullhead a glow,
And lighted the way for Santa below.

As he jumped from the ski, he gave a wee chuckle,
For he was dressed in bermudas with a wee turquoise buckle.

There weren’’t many chimneys but that caused no gloom,
For Santa came in through the screened family room.

He stopped at each house, but stayed only a minute,
Emptying his sack of everything in it.

Then before he departed, he treated himself,
To a glass of cactus juice left on the shelf.

He turned with a bounce and jumped on his skis,
Remembering he had more houses to see.

He shifted the gears and stepped on the gas,
And up the Colorado River he went like a flash.

And I heard him exclaim as he went on his way,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS, BULLHEAD CITY, I WISH I COULD STAY."