Santa’s Christmas Wish

Twas the night before Christmas in Pelican Preserve

No one on the Pickleball courts to serve!

The streets had been rolled up at quarter to nine

The old ones, now boozed up, were feeling just fine!

All awaited the arrival of little old St Nick

With wine and a cheese board from which to pick.

He was always expected here, this time of year

He was always real jolly and full of good cheer

He’d said so before, on another Christmas Eve

When he’d “dropped by” to say “Hi” to those who believe

That, for him, Pelican Preserve was a favorite stop

Cause the old people here hadn’t asked him to shop

That they had what they needed in this lovely spot

And just wanted to share what we had in the pot

Santa said that the vibe here in Pelican Preserve was

What made him return to us each year, because

On the day of his “retirement” we’d see something not odd

Another short, bearded, old man on our great promenade!