Tropic air settles
on the cheeks
like a warming kiss.
Wafting breezes,
palms and clouds
float with ease.
No twinkling lights,
no snow-laden trees,
no wood-crackling fire.
Days warm and long,
nights balmy and free
sweeping us away
in a dream. A gift
from the Christmas Muse
to exotic lands.
Hard to imagine
how Santa does it
amid such props-
no chimneys to slide
and Rudolph's Gang
in humid temps.
Almost forgot
it's Christmas
and would have
had it not been
for the sea gulls
singing carols.
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Copyright 2010 Francis Don Daniels.
All Rights Reserved.
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