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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,