A Florida Cracker Christmas

Dear Ms. Santy Claus
 I'm writing you because
 My family recently moved
 You won't have to go
 Through feet of snow
 To find your feet on my roof
 We don't have a chimney
 Maybe I can hide a key
 Outside in my beach shoes
 I can't wait, and that's the truth
 For a Christmas wish
 I don't need a gift
 Because I've got my family here
 Full of love and cheer
 And Mr. Santy Claus
 Please look past my flaws
 Because Lord knows I really tried
 Only been grounded twice
 And learned something both times
 Then quickly apologized
 I poured you orange juice
 Fresh fruit and chowder soup
 To help quell your appetite
 It's kind of warm here, dress light
 For a Christmas tree
 A palm sways in the breeze
 Covered in flamingo lights
 It's a jolly sight
 Oh, and Santy, P.S.
 Do reindeer like sand, you guess?
 Or maybe they'd prefer the port?
 We're sitting on the tailgate
 Up late playing in wait
 For the next NORAD report
 We took out the crèche
 Played checkers and chess
 Then built a blanket fort
 Time before bed is running short
 For a Christmas dream
 Sugar plums and spiced Tang tea
 Gingerbread men running around
 Swimsuits and flip flops on the ground
 In the parade through town