CHRISTMAS IS COMING

AND THERE IS NO SNOW.

TEMPERTURE IS EIGHTY

PALMS ARE SWAYING TO AND FROW.

THE FISHING IS GOOD AND,

 THE CRABS ARE BIG.

THE MOBILE HOME PARK IS

HAVEING A BIG SHINDIG.

FRIENDS ARE GOING HOME

TO SNOW AND SLEET.

I WILL STAY HERE;

 WERE THE ORANGES GROW

 BIG AND SWEET'

I WILL DRINK FRESH ORANGE JUICE

EVERY DAY.

AND FISH AND CATCH CRABS

IN CLEARWARTER BAY.

TROLLING FOR TARPON,

OR CASTING FOR SEA TROUT.

ORJUST WATCHING THE GENTLE

DOLPHINS SPOUT.

I WILL COME HOME

WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN,

OR WHEN THE BIG REDFISH

TURN DARK BROWN;

DONT WORRY ABOUT ME

I AM HAVEING A GOOD TIME,

TROLING, DRIFTING,

OR CASTING A FISHLINE..

THE FISH HERE ARE

TO PRETTY TO EAT.

SO I THROW THEM BACK

AND HAVE A CRAB TREET'

THE CRABS ARE BLUE.

AND THEY FIGHT LIKE HELL;

AND THEY TASTE GREAT

WHEN THEY ARE BOLLED

IN THE SHELLS.

I AM WRITEING TO YOU

 JUST TO SAY

I WILL BE THINKING OF YOU

ON CHRISTMAS DAY.

JOHN