The Night Before Christmas - Bullhead City, AZ style! Twas 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 bougainvillea was not very hard, for bougainvillea 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 of 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 the glass of cactus juice left up on the shelf; he turned with a bounce and jumped on the Ski, 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!!"