'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town
No roses were frozen, no snow fluttered down
No children in flannels being tucked into bed,
They all wore their cotton pajamas instead.
They knew Santa was coming and well on his way.
In a snappy convertible, there was nooo sleigh.
He whizzed down the highway and zoomed up the roads
In a crimson red car, deliv'ring his loads.
That his car would not land on the roof caused no gloom,
For old Santa came into the casa through the Arizona Room!
He stopped at each address staying only a minute,
And he emptied his bag of the toys he had in it.
The desert was cool, it was a glad atmosphere,
Decorations abounded this time of year.
Cactus all dressed in holiday lights
Saguaro adorned in colors so bright.
Reluctantly knowing his job was complete,
Back to the convertible parked on the street!
He climbed in the car, he turned on the ignition,
Continuing his part in that Christmas tradition.
He turned on his lights and got ready to go,
Knowing full well that the dry heat was better than snow.
He called out to say as he went on his way,
"Merry Christmas Arizona, I wish I could stay"!