Santa & Reindeer at Santispak Playas, Mexico
The Baby Jesus was born
On this wondrous night
And of this momentous occasion
We don’t want to lose sight
But many centuries later
On a small Mexican beach
I bring you this story
Believe, I beseech
On the eve before Christmas
In Baja Sur Land
The campers and motorhomes
Were parked on the sand
There weren’t any chimneys
Or fireplace mantles
So we hung all our stockings
On the silver door handles
We went to bed early
As the sun hit the ocean
All was quiet and still
Santa in Tiny Attire Going Down Vent
Only the tide was in motion
The evening advanced
And the moon grew in size
As visions of lobster
Danced in our eyes
Suddenly I heard
Thirty-six tiny hooves
Can you imagine the noise
On those types of tin roofs
I sat up in alarm
And indeed I was fretting
Someone fell through the vent
And on my floor he was sitting
He was attired in a suit
A red velvet bikini
He was a bit too rotund
For something so tiny
My senses were reeling
My emotions were rocking
Could this really be Santa
Who was filling my stocking
He finished his task
And struggled back out the vent
He clucked to his team
Merry Christmas to All and Feliz Navidad
And away they all went
As they flew toward the moon with
Rudolph a steering
This message came floating
Back to our clearing
“I can’t stay to chat
I’ve a weary old bod
But Merry Christmas to all
And Feliz Navidad!”
God Bless until next week.
Winter in the Wilderness, Minshall’s first novel (e-book & hard cover), and the fourth edition of RVing Alaska and Canada are available through Amazon.com.
At 45, Widow Minshall began 20 years of solo full-time RVing throughout Alaska, Mexico, and Canada. Sharlene canoed the Yukon, mushed sled dogs, worked a dude ranch, visited Hudson Bay polar bears, and lived six months on a Mexican beach. She lectured at Life on Wheels, published six RV-related books and wrote a novel, “Winter in the Wilderness.”
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