Thursday, December 25, 2008


Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Key West,
Not a moped was stirring; nor a single houseguest.
No stockings were hung by the chimney this time,
No need for a chimney in the Southernmost clime.
Tourists were nestled all snug in their beds,
While tunes from the Conch Train danced in their heads.
Mojitogirl in her Havaianas and I in bare feet,
Settled down with mojitos for a sweet Christmas treat.
When out in the harbor, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my hammock to see what was the matter!
Out to the porch I stumbled through clutter,
Cranked open the jalousie and threw out the shutter.
The moon through the palm trees beamed light galore,
And gave a luster of midday to the cruise ships offshore.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh with eight tiny Key Deer.
With a little old driver, so quick to honk,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Conch.
More rapid than powerboats, his Key Deer flew,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called to them too.
"Now Mira! Now Lewis! Now Bethel and Curry!
On Wardlow! On Freeman, On Spotswood…now HURRY!
From the end of North Roosevelt to the foot of Duval,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
Like banana leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a sunset, up there in the sky,
Up to my widow's walk the Key Deer they flew,
With a sleigh full of mangoes, and old St. Conch too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The disco-like beat of each tiny deer hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the gumbo limbo the old conch came with a bound.
On his shoulder he carried an iguana with warts;
Wore a souvenir T-shirt and little red shorts.
He wore flip-flops and sported a palm frond chapeau,
and a Pina Colada with an umbrella, in a plastic "to go".
He was puffing away on a Cuban cigar,
Blowing rings toward Havana, over the bar.
Even though his get-up made me think "Yikes!"
His snowy white beard said "Hemingway Look-Alike"
A bundle of coconuts he held with great care,
So he looked like some vendor from Mallory Square.
His eyes, how they twinkled! His slow Southern drawl,
Revealed he'd been bar-hopping down on Duval.
He worked fast and furious, without a flub-a,
Leaving little presents, for each and every Bubba.
Then laying a finger aside his sunburned nose,
Giving a nod, up the gumbo limbo he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh and his Key Deer they fled,
Right up US 1, away toward Homestead.
And I heard him exclaim as he soared past the Bight,
Merry Christmas to all, have a happy Conch night!


Nurse Practitioners Save Lives said...

I love it! Have a Merry Christmas!

Anonymous said...

As a Hawaii girl currently stuck in the frozen midwest, ya don't happen to need any good tele nurses, do ya?

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

mojitogirl said...


Marathon's a little SLOW right now-but I'm sure Key West might have openings, especially after Christmas during THE SEASON. Plus, it's much more FUN working there! I miss it terribly, and Key West is a place for younger people than myself. Downside is that it's expensive. Feel free to contact me for details if you're interested. MOJO

Anonymous said...

I have been reading your blog for awhile husband is a Cuban from Key West, and I share some of your stories with him. I just read this to him, and he said to say "thank you". It made him homesick. :)