‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the isle,
Not a clammer clamming, they were through for a while.
Cedar Key was decked out by the people with care;
Already by airboat, Santa Clam had been there.
The pelicans were nestled all snug on the dock,
Dreaming of sweet fishes and next year’s Sock Hop;
The seagulls they were resting, not causing a flap,
Planning their strategy for when snowbirds came back.
When over the Gulf there arose such a clatter;