“Surfside Santa” – by Kent Mayhew (1999)

Sixty-five degrees outside
The wind blows off the sea
A pina colada in my hand
I’m watching Rudolph on TV
Christmas carols noels ringing
Up and down the streets
They’re dressed in Santa hats and shorts
Instead of boots they’re wearing sneaks
A Persian cat lies in my lap
With eggnog on her feet
And as she starts to lick it off
The telephone starts to ring

It’s a girl I met just last night
We laughed over a drink
She said her folks were way up north
And she needed help with her tree
So I drove off into the night
Breath peppermint sweet
Singin’ I’ll be your Surf-Side Santa
Under the artificial tree

And on my way to her house
I practiced my Ho Ho’s just like he
Funny how ornery so uplifting
Like the lie of Claus and she
Well maybe it’s just to keep you singing
And tonight it’s you and me
Let me be your Surf-Side Santa
Under the artificial tree

Well I rolled in just like Prancer
And like mom, she’d hung a wreath
A paper Santa on the porch and
Tinsel in her palm trees
It’s true it really happened
I knocked until I sneeze
My hands were in my pockets, my finger on the keys
My hopes went down the chimney
Where I’d hoped a fire would glow
Then the door it tip-toed open
And she was dressed in mistletoe

Tonight no snow was falling
And so we listened to the sea
Singing I’ll be your Surf-Side Santa
Under the artificial tree
And so we wrapped the night in ribbons
And I held her close to me and whispered
Yeah baby this is Christmas
And as the lights blinked in the trees
I said, let me be your Surf-Side Santa
Under the artificial tree, Yeah

Copyright 1999 Kent Mayhew