Strings of sparklin’ silver lights
luminate palm trees in the night.

Short-sleeved carolers’ southern drawls
sing send-ups to Bing Crosby,

” I’m dreamin’ of a White Christmas”
(with not a hint of irony)

wishin’ us,
“Merry Christmas,
Y’all!!”

A blue nativity
glows in the muli.

Santa guides 300 horses,
pullin’ his candy-apple pick-up truck.

No chestnuts roast on an open fire.
No Jack Frost nips at the nose.
No 10 degree wind chillin’.
No snow, “if the Lord’s a’willin'”!

What’s this immigrated Yankee to do
when it’s Christmas on the bayou?

Well,lllll,

he’ll just have to learn to love
a balmy Christmas Eve,
speedin’ to a Baptist mid-night mass
in his top-down Chevrolet.

Singin’ a birthday chorus-to-Jesus
under gleamin’ Southern Stars.