... 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 Neiman’s and more.
He knows where to shop, he frequents my stores!
He looked for the lox, the bagel 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!!