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'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,ÔÇ¿ no noses were frozen, no snow fluttered down,ÔÇ¿ no children in flannels were tucked into bed,ÔÇ¿ they all wore shorty pajamas instead. To find wreaths of holly, 'twas not very hard,ÔÇ¿ for holly trees grew in every back yard.ÔÇ¿ In front of the houses, Dads and Moms wereÔÇ¿ adorning the bushes and coconut palms. The sleeping kiddies were dreaming in glee, ÔÇ¿hoping to find water skis under the tree. ÔÇ¿They all knew that Santa was well on his way,ÔÇ¿ in a Mercedes-Benz, instead of a sleigh. And soon he arrived and started to work, ÔÇ¿he hadn't a second to linger or shirk. ÔÇ¿He whizzed up the highways and zoomed up the road,ÔÇ¿ in a S-L 300, delivering his loads. The tropical moon gave the city a glow,

-- By Douglas Malloch

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley - but be
The best little scrub by the side of the hill;
Be a bush if you can't be a tree.

If you can't be a bush, be a bit of the grass,
Some highway happier make;
If you can't be a muskie, then just be a bass -
But the liveliest bass in the lake!

We can't all be captains, we got to be crew,
There's something for all of us here,
There's big work to do, and there's lesser to do,