Summer In the Seychelles

Summer in the Seychelles and the weather’s scorching hot Sid saw Santa sailing, in the harbour on a yacht Although he wasn’t wearing clothes that Santa Claus should wear Sid knew him by his bushy beard and flowing snow-white hair He knew him by his glowing cheeks and by his bright red nose He knew him by the way he wore some tinsel on his toes Young Sidney pondered hard and long and wondered what to do Perhaps he’d go and volunteer to be part of his crew But seeing Santa sitting on the poop deck on his own Sid made it his decision that he’d leave the man alone Slowly sipping soda Sidney slurped his ice cold drink When Santa turned to Sidney and he gave the boy a wink Then all at once the boat rose up, and to the sky it reared A thunderous roar a puff of smoke and Santa disappeared