Thursday, August 10, 2006
Venice, Florida At Christmas Time
Venice, Florida at Christmas Time,
In the warm winter sun.
No chance of snow today
only endless fun.
You will-not see a Snow Angel,
nor a sleigh-riders horse with bells,
Only soft warm beaches
With sailboats slicing through the swells.
There must be a hundred seagulls,
With pelican-numbers more-than just a few
Plus five or six, jet-ski-riders,
And a Par-a-sail-rider, too.
The beautiful downtown buildings
All wrapped in red and green,
The palm trees are all lighted
Like a soft summers dream.
With festive Holiday merriment
Coming from each and every door,
Meeting old and new friends
will thrill you to your core.
Christmas carolers can be heard
on each and every street,
They never fail to fill my heart
With their gentle loving beat.
The open-store shop-owners,
how cheerfully they all await,
To help last minute shoppers
So their gifts will not be late.
I hurry home to send off toys
To little Johnny and young Sue,
I sent them Venice T-shirts.
each of them got...two.
As I quietly walk along the beach
I feel the gentle evening breeze,
A smile adorns my sun-tanned face
My mind is set at ease.
Tonight, I passed old Santa
in his beach walking shorts,
As he went on his merry way
To all points farther north.
He loveingly called out to me
and went slowly into the night,
'Venice, Florida at Christmas Time,
Is a heartwarmingly-beautiful sight'.