A Very Boca Christmas

 

Twas the night before Christmas

and down here in Boca,

... I was sitting at Starbucks,

drinking my mocha.

I know we're all Jewish,

but was wondering still,

if Santa would come here

and give us a thrill.

On my way home,

no Christmas lights did I see,

on the houses, the windows,

not even the trees.

What a strange feeling.

Not a decoration in sight.

Was it really December

or a warm summer's night?

I drove past Toojay's,

there were lines out the door.

People were waiting

for kishka and more.

The restaurants were busy,

Christmas dinners not planned.

Never, not here

we're in Boca Land .

At home all was quiet.

I left out Kosher wine,

In case Santa came to Boca

for the very first time.

Snoozing came easy

to me Christmas Eve.

I wasn't waiting for presents

to be left under a tree.

I could hope all I want.

I could fuss and then see,

if Santa would make time

for little old me.

Then all of a sudden

up pulled his Jag,

with a sack full of presents

each sporting a tag.

Oh Bloomies, oh Saks

Oh Nieman's and more.

He knows where to shop,

he frequents my stores!

He looked for the lox,

the bagels and deli.

He came to Boca first

to fill up his belly!

"I have a long night ahead,

I want you to know.

From Boca I leave

for New York and the snow."

He stayed for a while,

he chatted and ate.

Then he left in a flash

before it got late.

What a great night

I thought with a sigh.

That jolly old Santa

is a really nice guy.

As I cleared off the table

I heard with delight

"Shalom to you all,

and OY, what a night!!