An Island Santa
An Island Santa’s different
He’s not led by Rudolph’s nose
‘Cause he travels on the water
Whichever way he goes
So a lighthouse shows the way
From its perch upon a rock
And Santa mans his tugboat
Toward a floating dock
His sacks are filled with treasures
Of every shape and kind
They’re stacked upon a little barge
He tows so close behind
This Santa wears a wetsuit
Beneath his yellow slicker
He listens for the foghorn
‘Cause the mist is getting thicker
He has to row a dinghy
To all the inlet places
Wild animals and rapids
Are the dangers that he faces
He skirts around an Orca pod
Then hears the native drumming
‘Cause all the coastal villages
Know Santa will be coming
When he spies a giant fir
With an eagle’s nest on top
He knows he’ll soon be heading home
Since he’s reached his final drop
Each house receives a photo book
Of places where he’s been
And the cover shows a sweet old man
Who wears a merry grin
Mag Mawhinney
Cowichan Valley