21/12/2012
TWAS THE SUNSET BEFORE XMAS
GrupoProSayulita
By Eric Rudd
GRUPO PRO SAYULITA
Friday, December 21st, 2012
Twas the sunset before Xmas and all through Sayulita
Everyone was sipping on their third margarita.
The sandals were thrown along with the lime toothpick.
No one was thinking about poor El Nick.
The now-adult children were nestled back north in their beds,
no longer expecting much from their parent-deadheads.
And Mama in her bikini, and I in my shorts,
had just settled down for more drinks and torts.
When out on the beach there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my barstool to see what was the matter.
Away to the sand I flew like a flash,
but ran into the fat man in a smash.
He was knocked out cold I'm sorry to confess,
and I couldn't help notice he had on a pink sundress
It was a long minute when I didn't know whom to employ,
Other than to call right away Doctor Moy
I was delighted to see El Nick with some color getting up from the sand,
"Good heavens," he exclaimed, "there's no need to punch me with your right-hand."
I apologized greatly, when he noticed my wondering eyes
Staring at his not-so-subtle pink disguise
He said that he would right then make a confession -
He was not dressing in pink for the children
He said that he liked to walk the sand barefoot wearing a dress
He dreamed of being Sayulita's gayest princess
I told him that was fine but a bit confusing with a white beard
But he said that for children, the white fuzz endeared.
He felt in Sayulita, one could live loose and free
And even be a little bit "flir-tee."
I told him that was fine except it might be a mistake
Did he happen to loose track of the date?
He looked at me long, and then asked what was the day
I told him December 24, the children's payday
By this time he felt just a little bit embarrassed.
But he looked at his watch and said it was not hopeless
I need to change out of this and get to my sleigh
And fly back up north, I need to make hay
What kind of sleigh would be parked on the beach I wondered
Just then I saw out beyond the surf, a strange craft anchored
He smiled at me and said that he would return
He loved this town, I should not be concern
I reminded him about Grupo's big fiesta party
He said he would love to come to something so arty
It would give him a chance to wear his special evening dress
It would be a hit, he said, certain to impress
When all the generous people will be dressed to the hilt
And no one will worry about his odd looking kilt
I'll be there March thirteenth in the new year
But I'll have to leave up north all of my reindeer.
He winked at me and said, that indeed he would be back
But now he needed to hurry to his Pacific tarmac
He thanked Grupo Pro Sayulita for all of its deeds
For thinking of all of the town's future needs
I'll certainly come to enjoy the social-event-of-the-season
That's to look forward to, enough of a reason
And I'll think about your suggestion of becoming clean-shaven
Perhaps no one will recognize me in my new dress blazon
He asked me for my wish
Then swam like a fish
Once boarded, he gave me a wink and a nod
And off he went, saying "Feliz Navidad"
As I saw him fly off into the sky
I couldn't help but liking this guy
If you come to our Fiesta, way past your curfew
I am sure you'll meet this great big man, too
Come with appetite for Don Pedro's delicious menu
As I end this poem with my own personal adieu
I'm out of rhyme, there's no more glue
To hold this for further review.
There'll be no editorial re-write
I'm saying to all, it's done and goodnight
Happy holidays to all
As it is now --- nightfall.
All of us at Grupo Pro Sayulita wish you all a good holiday as we take a short break. We'll meet again on January 9, WEDNESDAY, noon, at the Culture Center.
