Dec. 19, 2016
'Twas the Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and we drove to the coast.
We headed to a beach town - the place we love most.
On the Pacific Ocean, where the sun sets
Is that sweet, sweet town - a little hamlet.
When we arrived at our home, you could hear the kids cheer.
“Yay for Seabrook! We are so happy to be here!"
We threw on our sweaters and headed to town
Five minutes to anywhere! and this is what we found:
Everywhere we looked, the town was lit.
There was greenery all around the merchants spruced up quite a bit.
All the people were laughing and toasting with cheer
At Mill 109 and Frontager’s, we each had a beer
I bought a few charitable ornaments from SeaWorthy Home,
and from Salty Dog, my best friend received a nice chewy bone.
A Seabrook sweatshirt from the gift shop,
And at Seabrook Kids, we saw the frogs swim, float and hop!
And then there was one, one more store
They had produce and sandwiches and so much more!
The Front Street Market has everything you need.
you can pre-order groceries with free delivery!
But then the kids finally said, “Mommy and Daddy, it’s late.
Santa will soon be here and we need to fix his plate!”
Luckily we had painted one at Imagine That!
So we hurried home quickly, I almost lost my hat.
We nestled the children all snug in their bunk beds,
While visions of Sweet Life candy danced in their heads.
I crawled under my down comforter and made my holiday wish,
“Please Santa bring me a massage and a pedicure at Spa Elizabeth.”
I dozed and I dreamed well into the night
of a home at the beach and then all would be right.
I'm sure it is the best decision without fail.
I'll make an appointment with Seabrook Sales
and just as we slept, I heard it down on the water
It could be a fish, but then I thought better
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the working shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon shone on the Pacific shoreline
And up to the beach cruisers all in a line.
They were all lead by a tricycle, cresting the hill
I wanted them to move, but they sat perfectly still.
I saw someone out roasting s’mores by the fire.
And then I looked up at the Radio Flyer
And up on the porch of Mill 109, the Fiat sat quietly at the top of the stair,
But then all the old Buck’s Bikes, they took to the air!
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
He had just come out of Rusty Anchor Fitness, it was jolly St. Nick!
He looked all around at the ocean and homes,
The neighbors of people and even the gnomes!
Then he flew over the roof tops with his sleigh, presents and all
Just clearing the bell tower on the Seabrook Town Hall.
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of reach.
“Merry Christmas to all and see you at the beach!”