'Twas the night before Christmas and down at the beach
Not a creature was stirring, not a mall within reach.
No stockings were hung and nobody cared
To see old Saint Nick sporting swimwear.
The children all grown and gone on with their lives,
While we are perfecting our backflipping dives.
Your Mum in her bikini and I in my shorts
Just settled in for an evening of sports.
When out on the ocean there arose such a clatter
I grabbed my binoculars to see what's the matter
On top of the table I jumped in a flash
To see if some dummies got into a crash.
The moon on the crest of the new breaking waves
Reminded me of drinks I started to crave
When what to my wondering eye should appear
But a well-balanced tray with delicious cold beer.
I grabbled a new bottle of Imperial
Happy to know there is plenty for all.
Mum hooted and hollered and smacked my butt -
Feliz Navidad! and Feliz Coconuts!
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