The Beach on Christmas Morning

There was never a thing more beautiful Than a tree with lights adorning Except, perhaps, for that certain lull Of the beach on Christmas morning Once again I’m like a little girl Beneath that tree exploring Finding gifts of seashell, jade, and pearl On the beach on Christmas morning Though it may not be the humble stable Our Father’s Son was born in The current rocks me like a cradle At the beach on Christmas morning Deck the halls with kelp and holly And carol with the ocean’s roaring For you’ll find a special kind of jolly At the beach on Christmas morning Like driftwood dancing in the surf My heart with joy’s outpouring As goodwill, love, and peace on earth Flood the beach on Christmas morning Now by the seashore once again A bright new day is forming Not just another where and when But the beach on Christmas morning Come early when those first rays touch Your cold cheeks with their warming For nothing soothes the soul so much As the beach on Christmas morning Rush forth as Yuletide’s salty spray Upon the sand comes storming Come quick, before it ebbs away From the beach on Christmas morning.