Not Home For Christmas Poem by Ima Ryma

I went on a December cruise,
Fell overboard and washed ashore
A desert isle with not a bruise,
Figured a long wait was in store.
Found enough to eat, fruit and all.
But no other humans around,
Because the island was quite small
And tropical in sight and sound.
I did what I thought I could do
To help rescue, wrote S.O.S.
In sand, and lit a bonfire too.
How long I'd be here, who could guess?

December 25th must be.
On the beach was a Christmas tree.