Chirstmas on the Beach

I dreamt I spent Christmas on the beach,
and made myself a coral wreath.
I strung lights around a small palm tree,
and ordained it with shells from the cooling sea.

I plucked driftwood from the salted breaks,
and made a man of sand as if the snow he really is was a lesser fake.
I had seaweed mistletoe and an octopi menorah,
and when New Year’s rolled around I watched the tide fall
and stars lit the same old path in another silly new way.