Holiday Ode

A Visit From St. Nickolas – (apology to Clement Clarke Moore)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and down on the beach
Not a renter was stirring, no income in reach.
The sargassum was piled high and mind-numbing

And owners were hoping St. Nick would soon be coming.

The turtles had nested and swum out to sea
Visions danced in their heads of what was to be.

When out on the beach upon their return,
They crawled from the water each in their turn.

For a moment they were lost in seaweed galore

But laid their eggs and hoped for no more.

Year 20 and 20 promised to be bright,

But my oh my, it turned out such a fright.