'A Visit from Surfer Nick'

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all across the sand,
not a creature was stirring, in water or on land;
The surfboards were tucked away with great care,
in hopes that Surfer Nicholas soon would be there.

The surfers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of epic waves danced in their heads;
And Lissa in her bikini, and VW in his santa cap,
Had just left Mori Deck for a long winter's nap.

When out on the beach there arose such a clatter,
VW sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Out to the porch he went, not bothering with a jacket,
He just had to see what was making that racket?

The SL moon gave view to the sandy beach below,
The cool light turning the sand as white as snow;
In the sky over gentle waves he saw his answers,
'twas a minature surfboard, and eight tiny surfers.

With a driver in board shorts, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment it must be Surfer Nick.
More rapid than dolphins his surfers they came,
And he howled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Robin! Now Aries! Now Pova and Desne!
On, Bobbi! On Sunrize! On Abel and Buffy!
To the top of the dunes! to the top of the wall!
Now surf away! surf away! surf away all!"

As dry sand that before the wild hurricane does fly,
When they met with an obstacle, surf to the sky,
So up to the house-top the surfers they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys, and Surfer Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, he heard on the roof
The dancing and bells...and then in a poof...
VW backed in the house, and was turning around,
When down the chimney Surfer Nicholas came with a bound.

He was wearing just board shorts, and a wide open shirt,
his wet clothes were all tarnished with sand and with soot;
A bundle of surf toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a dream as he opened his pack

His eyes -- were bewildered! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose a strawberry!
His surf chapped mouth was drawn up in a smile,
Said to himself think I will stay here awhile;

The warm Christmas fire reflected in his white teeth,
And he stopped to examine the seashore themed wreath;
He had broad shoulders and washboard abs,
Out from his discarded pack VW saw scurry two crabs.

He was sexy and tan, despite the sand in his shorts,
And VW laughed when he saw him fidget and smile at his cohorts;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon he would be home asleep in his bed.

He spoke not a word, leaving lots of wrapped surf gear,
the crabs filled all the stockings; while he drank his beer,
He caught VW's eye, winked and looked to the roof,
gave him a peace sign and was gone with a poof.

Hanging ten on his mini, board pointed toward home,
They surfed thru the sky on a white tipped cloud foam,
His hand shakin' shaka bro the last thing in sight,
Mele Kalikimaka to all! And to all a good night!


Ashleigh Dickins, Marianna Monentes, Tauri Tigerpaw
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1 comment:

Kantbe Thursday said...

HAHAHAHA!!! Great job?

What, no Tauri the red nosed reindeer?

hic... Maybe next year.....

LOL

- Kantbe