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On the day after the day after Boxing Day 
Santa wakes up, eventually, 
puts away his big red suit and wellies, 
lets Rudolph and the gang out into the meadow 
then shaves his head and beard. 
He puts on his new new cool sunglasses, 
baggy blue Bermuda shorts (he's sick of red), 
yellow stripy T-shirt that doesn't quite cover his belly 
and lets his toes breathe in flip-flops. 

Packing a bucket and spade, 
fifteen tubes of Factor Twenty suncream 
and seventeen romantic novels 
he fills his Walkman with the latest sounds, 
is glad to use a proper suitcase instead of the old sack 
and heads off into the Mediterranean sunrise 
enjoyng the comforts of a Boeing 747 
(although he passes on the free drinks). 

Six months later, 
relaxed, red and a little more than stubbly, 
he looks at his watch, adjusts his wide-brimmed sunhat, 
mops the sweat from his brow and strokes his chin, 
wondering why holidays always seem to go so quickly.

Added: 9 Mar 2003 | Last Read: 3 Sep 2010 2:49 AM | Viewed: 4543 times

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