Is it Really Christmas in Florida too?

Twas the night before Christmas
and down here in Boca,
I was sitting at Starbucks,
Drinking my mocha.

I know we’re all Jewish,
But was wondering still,
if Santa would come here
and give us a thrill.

On my way home,
no Christmas lights did I see,
on the houses, the windows,
not even the trees.

What a strange feeling.
Not a decoration in sight.
Was it really December
or a warm summer’s night?

The restaurants were busy,
Christmas dinners not planned.
Never, not down here
in warm Boca Land.

At home all was quiet.
I left out Kosher wine,
In case Santa came here
For the very first time.

Snoozing came easy
To me Christmas Eve.
Not waiting for presents
That Santa might leave

Then all of a sudden
He pulled up in his Jag,
With a sack full of presents
Each sporting a tag.

Oh Bloomies, oh Saks
Computers and more.
He knows where to shop,
We DO the same stores!

He asked for some lox,
Some bagels and jelly.
He said that he came
To fill up his belly!

“Oh blintzes! Oh kasha!
He said with a smile
For farfel ,and latkes
I’ve come quite a mile”

He ate all the goodies,
Ruggela en mass
When he finally arose, he moaned,
“Oy such bad gas!”

“But a long night’s ahead,
And I want you to know.
From Boca I leave for
New York and the snow.”

What a great night
I thought with a sigh.
That jolly old Santa
Is such a nice guy.

As I cleared off the table
I heard with delight
“Shalom to you all,
and OY-VEY what a night!!
(Author Unknown)