<span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-size: 14pt">Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the state,
The highways were jammed with out of state plates,
With road salt and grime all along their vehicles doors,
And hopes of sunny beaches and frozen concoctions galore.
The children were sacked out in the back seats,
From the long distance journey, their parents retreat,
Dad has been driving for hours on caffine and hope,
That the kids would stop asking, "Can we go out fishing on Granpa's boat."
When up on the right, there arose such a clutter,
The traffic was stopped, and Dad began to mutter,
Why did my parents retire to Florida, it is beyond me,
Who ever heard of a Christmas Palm Tree.
Then out of the corner of his eye, it became apparent to see,
Why Florida attracts the gaggle of retirees,
Siting on the beach with a beer in his hand,
Sat Santa Clause in a speedo with a tan!</span></span>
<span style="color: #33CC00"><span style="font-size: 14pt">Merry Christmas inmates</span></span>
The highways were jammed with out of state plates,
With road salt and grime all along their vehicles doors,
And hopes of sunny beaches and frozen concoctions galore.
The children were sacked out in the back seats,
From the long distance journey, their parents retreat,
Dad has been driving for hours on caffine and hope,
That the kids would stop asking, "Can we go out fishing on Granpa's boat."
When up on the right, there arose such a clutter,
The traffic was stopped, and Dad began to mutter,
Why did my parents retire to Florida, it is beyond me,
Who ever heard of a Christmas Palm Tree.
Then out of the corner of his eye, it became apparent to see,
Why Florida attracts the gaggle of retirees,
Siting on the beach with a beer in his hand,
Sat Santa Clause in a speedo with a tan!</span></span>
<span style="color: #33CC00"><span style="font-size: 14pt">Merry Christmas inmates</span></span>
